A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 24

Yvan’s heart quaked as Matilda’s words struck him, but he had been there when Rachel was pushed. How could he have possibly mistaken the person? It was Matilda who had done it

“Cut the act, Matilda. If you had something to say, you should ve socken up five years ago!

“Did you ever give me a chance to speak?” Finally, Matilda’s laughter was laced with tears. “Of that’s right, you never believed a word I said. I’ve been your wife for five years, no better than a dog at your feet, and you’ve never spared me a glance, not even onel Yvan, you don’t love me. so why on earth did you marry me? How could you do this to me, to Rachel?”

“I only loved Rachel. I married you because you found your way into my bed!” Yvan couldn’t contain his anger any longer, his voice raising in accusation, it was you who climbed into my bed!”

“Is that what you think of me? Have you really forgotten everything? Matilda’s laugh broke, her body shaking. “There’s a saying that couldn’t be more true–Love and affection mean nothing!”

“Yvan, let’s just say everything I ever did for you was a joke. If I had a second chance, I would never choose to meet you! Yvan, I only hope that one day you will realize your mistake,” She cursed inwardly, her regret overwhelming!

“I’m not afraid of how you treat me; I’m afraid that one day you’ll regresit yourself.”

With that, Matilda pointed at the door of the hospital room and shouted at Yvan, “Get out!”

The hatred in her eyes was evident. She claimed to be over it, claimed it didn’t matter, but the truth was, her hate ran so deep that forgiving or not forgiving seemed inconsequential–she had strangled all her love and hope for him the moment he had sent her to jail five years ago.

“Yvan, I don’t seek redemption. I only wish to curse you; may you never find love in this life!” She prayed silently.

in, only to be

brought a crowd running, some even shouting.

Get the sedatives!

is having an episode!”

We need medical staff and security

out! All of you!”

hands on at anyone who approached–cups, vases, chairs–anything to hurt others, to

the same time, “Get out! All of

Chapter 24

“Matilda! You’ve lost

radiating from her chest to every corner of

eyes bloodshot, she suddenly knelt before Yvan, her forehead hitting the floor

for five years; i’m nothing now! Look at me, Yvan,

indescribable pain spread from his heart, and Yvan

years ago, she was the proud and arrogant heiress of the Thompson family

his handsome face twisted in soul–deep agony. “Matica, what what’s

must a person be to mutilate their most