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.

her balance, steadying herself against the wall. She

go a day without a man,

th

“Is that any

son knew how his mother was cavorting in bars, he’d be

face turned pale. “Don’t you dare smear

acting, I hardly need to.” Yvan

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ashen,

from you

pain, even allowing himself a chuckle. “Matilda, you really are quite shameless.”

tears as she forced a smile. “The

didn’t show it, barely containing his anger.

affairs are none of your concern, right? Or

bitterly. “As if you’re worth my concern. I just came to remind you to be a decent mother in front of our child,

“Thank you for your advice, Mr. Boyd. Are we done

already opened the service door. The muffled music from outside surged in, along

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

the dark corridor, occasionally lit by passing lights

own lounge, a bold woman approached

an arm around her waist, ready to head home. Chase watched him, shaking his