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.

should’ve ended you five years ago. The fact that you’re still breathing is a stroke of luck

your part.”

words. “Oh, how generous

wronged?” Yvan’s mocking tone

by the lethal sharpness in her gaze, brilliant even now.

her piercing stare, Yvan felt a crushing

be thanking you? You shattered my life five years ago, and now you’re

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

at him. “Ivan, just answer me this–if Rachel’s death had nothing to do with me, will you

seemed to strike Yvan like a physical blow as his grip loosened, and he stumbled back incredulous. “What did you

to a whisper as it her earlier defiance had exhausted her “Yvan i don’t hate you anymore. I think you’re pitiful enough that it doesn’t matter whether I hate you or not

love that once filled her eyes for him was replaced by a void,

striking a man with the kind of

recklessly throwing herself towards his flame only to be destroyed and not even receiving

shook her head, a self–mocking gesture. “I have no regrets, no hatred, Just five years in jail. Now that I’m out, I’m still alive and kicking. Without you,