A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 51

Logan was Matilda’s only Achilles‘ heel.

Her eyes pinned Willow with a ferocity that seemed to pierce through her smug grin. It was like looking directly at the sun–blinding and unbearable.

How was her son faring at the Boyd family?

Swallowing her trembling voice, Matilda mustered a cold facade. “Are you done? If so, please leave. The studio doesn’t have the luxury of entertaining people who have nothing better to

do.”

People who have nothing better to do?

Willow almost erupted again, but Matilda’s defeated stance delighted her. With a smug curl of her lips, she strutted out of the studio like a victor leaving the battlefield while Matilda’s gaze followed her, icy and lingering–her eyes at that moment as fierce as Yvan’s had ever been.

—

progress, every collaboration was sinking like a stone in the ocean, and not a single response to

curling in on herself in silence. Gideon was away on

this the

No…

looked down at her right hand, the crisscrossed scars and the stub of her little finger a

darkness of her past haunted her, a reminder

the love had shone, the more intense the hatred that now burned. Matilda’s right hand could no longer bear weight; even making a fist was a struggle. Nevertheless, she clenched her fist

hand, she fished out a pill and swallowed it with water, sitting in front of the computer,

was

felt tight, suffocating,

mixed with pain surged from within, and Matilda let out a sound like a trapped animal in

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what do I do? How do I save you, and how do I save myself?”

regret of my life is that the one