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?

never knew. He’d kicked her at Rachel’s grave site,

of miraculous. Back then, Matilda

shoved him away.

crowd outside had dispersed, unaware of the two inside the last

she choked out, “Why are you doing

Yvan, wasn’t your betrayal five years

his jaw, his pupils constricting upon seeing her

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

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fresh redness bloomed.

he must be mad, certainly drunk, to find himself drawn to Matilda after all these years. Matilda covered her face as she left the restroom, and Yvan thought he heard her sobbing. breaths as she departed. He stood alone in the ladies‘ room for a

he bumped into a

this is the ladies‘ room,

sign, then at Yvan emerging. “Holy smokes, what a

not go there; he could be one of those creeps…”

who’d have thought he’d sneak into

glances, but his

with a

arriving later, narrowed his eyes discreetly

The instant he saw something that belonged to him being touched by another man, an uncontrollable irritation surged within him.

Yvan rejoined the group, appearing composed.

was already beaming with Matilda leaning on