A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 21

“Matilda, I never pegged you for a whore!” Yvan’s temper was flaring as he pinned her against the restroom wall, his breath coming in heavy bursts, his eyes a tempest of rage–he was livid.

“You lure me out for drinks, never considering I might get hassled?” Matilda’s laugh was sly, her eyes narrowing. “Wasn’t it your wish to see me humiliated? Annoyed that you missed the show?”

Yvan pressed her harder against the wall, closing in on her, his gaze, dark and intense, locked onto hers. After a moment, his lips crashed onto hers in a feverish kiss.

Matilda struggled violently.

Just then, someone entered the restroom.

Yvan chuckled lowly, “Scream. Let everyone outside witness this spectacle!”

Bastard!

Matilda glared at Yvan, her eyes brimming with tears, “Why are you doing this to me?”

Yvan remained silent, leaning in to kiss her savagely once more. Her taste was surprisingly intoxicating. When she was his wife five years ago, sleeping with her was just part of the routine. Though he didn’t care for her, Matilda’s figure was appealing, so Yvanever found her dull.

But he hadn’t expected her to get pregnant, to bear his child.

Memories surged, and a question pierced his thoughts.

Five years ago, when Rachel died, had Matilda been pregnant too?

a word, so he never knew. He’d kicked her at

Back then, Matilda must have lost all will to live, pregnant

shoved him away.

outside had dispersed, unaware of the two inside the last

“Why are you doing this

taken up or insulted at your whim? Yvan, wasn’t your betrayal five years ago enough? I’ve already paid

tightened his jaw, his pupils constricting upon seeing her pain, sensing

shoulders trembling. She straightened her clothes and fiercely wiped her lips–her lipstick had

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fresh redness bloomed.

all these years. Matilda covered her face as she left the restroom, and Yvan thought he heard her sobbing. breaths as

a group of women

the ladies‘

tipsy women glanced back at the sign, then at Yvan emerging. “Holy smokes, what a hunk!

not go there; he could be one of those

have thought he’d sneak into the ladies‘ room.”

women gave Yvan a few extra glances, but his enigmatic

while He greeted her with a smile and pulled her close with practiced ease as if

eyes discreetly at

instant he saw something that belonged to him being touched by

Yvan rejoined the group, appearing composed.

on his shoulder, the very