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.

—

stone in the ocean, and not a single response to her invitations.

curling in on herself in silence. Gideon was away on business, and their

this the

No…

down at her right hand, the crisscrossed scars and the stub of her little finger a constant pain. Even though the wounds had healed and stopped bleeding, the scars were

of her past haunted her, a reminder of the madness she once embraced.

Matilda’s right hand could no longer bear weight; even making a fist was a struggle. Nevertheless, she clenched

again. With her other hand, she fished out a pill and swallowed it with water, sitting in front of the computer, taking deep breaths, clutching at her chest as if trying to

was futile.

chest felt tight, suffocating, gasping for breath.

let out a sound like a trapped animal in

Chapter 51

I save you, and how do

“The greatest regret of my life is that the one who pushed me into hell also once led me to