A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 47

Matilda had vanished, just like Yvan had predicted. For a whole week, she didn’t show up at his doorstep, and her studio remained silent and closed.

Yvan had lingered outside the studio multiple times, only to be greeted by locked doors and unanswered calls when he tried reaching out to Matilda.

It wasn’t until a week later, at Myst Lounge, that Yvan’s blood boiled with rage. There was Matilda, laughing and perched flirtatiously on another man’s lap. Without a second thought. Yvan stormed over and yanked her out of the scene!

Matilda, tipsy from the drinks, stumbled into Yvan’s arms, her nose hitting his chest painfully, snapping her back to sobriety. She looked up at the man before her – handsome and with an almost devilish charisma. Taking a closer look, she recognized him. “Ah, if it isn’t Yvan, the scumbag!” Her smile was seductive. “What a coincidence.”

Yvan gritted his teeth. “Where the hell have you been this past week?”

Matilda shrugged nonchalantly. “You gave me five million, remember? Why bother with the studio when I can just enjoy life?”

Seeing her draped over another man had set Yvan off. He spat out coldly. “And who is this guy?”

“I don’t even know him!” Matilda’s words were light, her gaze still sharp. “Why, Mr. Boyd, don’t tell me you’re jealous now.”

Yvan clenched his fists. “Looks like you haven’t learned your lesson.”

With that, he grabbed her wrist, and Matilda, slightly sobered, cast a seductive glance at the handsome stranger she was flirting with just moments ago. “Let me deal with a private matter

first.”

The man gracefully allowed her to leave.

Yvan dragged Matilda through the crowd, past the deafening beats of the DJ’s deck, into the lounge’s service corridor, where he finally let go of her with a fierce shove.

against the wall. She raised her head, anger flickering in

a day without a man,

th

retorted calmly, “Is that any of your

bars, he’d be thrilled to

“Don’t you dare smear my name to

need to.” Yvan

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Chapter 47

for seducing men.”

face ashen, remained silent.

why can’t I escape from you even now? Why?” She

Matilda’s pain, even allowing himself a chuckle. “Matilda,

as she forced a smile. “The most shameless thing I ever

pang in his chest but didn’t show it, barely containing his anger. “Regret it?”

yet her eyes were red. “My affairs are none of your concern, right? Or

if you’re worth my concern. I just came to remind you to be a decent mother in front

then added shakily, “Thank you

Yvan could reply, she had already opened the service door. The muffled music from outside surged

shifting shadows, he thought he saw a tear slide down Matilda’s cheek,

Yvan stood in the dark corridor, occasionally lit by passing lights that

own lounge, a

didn’t push her away but wrapped an arm around her waist, ready to head home.