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?

kicked her at Rachel’s grave site, sent her to prison, driven

violently. That the child had survived was nothing short of miraculous. Back then, Matilda must have lost all will to live, pregnant and hopeless in

him away.

dispersed, unaware of the two inside

choked out, “Why are

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

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

her lips–her lipstick had vanished during the forceful kiss, but

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fresh redness bloomed.

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 long while before leaving with a

bumped into a group of

is the ladies‘ room,

emerging. “Holy smokes, what a hunk! But why’s

not go there; he could be one of

looks so clean–cut, who’d have thought he’d sneak into

women gave Yvan a few extra glances, but his enigmatic presence kept their

Bennett seemed to have been waiting for a while He greeted her with a smile and pulled her close with practiced ease as if they

his eyes discreetly at the sight.

something that belonged to him being touched by another

turmoil, Yvan rejoined the group, appearing composed.

Matilda leaning on his shoulder, the very