A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 23

In the silence of the hospital room, Matilda’s eyes flickered open, greeted by a blur of dim light that gradually cleared into a coherent world.

She took in her surroundings until the door creaked open, and a figure walked in, snapping her back to reality.

Yvan stood at the threshold, his expression a twisted tapestry of emotions that flickered across his face before dying in the depths of his dark eyes.

Matilda stared numbly at him, wordless. She had imagined countless scenarios for a reunion with an old flame–the world was cruelly small, and those you’ve loved deeply had a way of resurfacing. But never had she envisioned Yvan standing before her like this.

In a manner so brutally final, he thrust her back into the abyss of despair.

Sensing her silence meant she had no desire to speak, Yvan cleared his throat awkwardly from the doorway. “You’re awake.”

Matilda gave him a frosty glance, remaining silent.

He stepped forward, lifting her chin with a firm grip, and as he met her sc

unexpected pang of pain twisted in his chest.

playing on his lips. “Matida, I should’ve ended you five years ago. The fact that you’re still breathing is a stroke

your part.”

rang out, sharp and clear, in response to his words. “Oh, how generous of you to

mocking tone

frailty masked by the lethal sharpness in her gaze, brilliant even

her piercing stare, Yvan felt a

radiant, a fleeting beauty that seemed to strip color from the world. “Yan shouldn’t I be thanking you? You shattered my life five years ago, and now you’re after my life

tightened as she spoke, “What excuse are you trying to scrape together for

Her laughter was maniacal a sign of someone with nothing left to lose, backed into a comer. She shouted at him.

a physical blow as his grip loosened, and he stumbled back incredulous.

earlier defiance had exhausted her “Yvan i don’t hate you anymore.

looked up, the love that once filled her eyes for him was replaced by a void, consumed by the hatred of tive years past.

more striking a man with the kind

years ago, she had been one of them, recklessly throwing herself towards his flame only

“I have no regrets, no hatred, Just five years in jail. Now that I’m out, I’m still alive