A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 53

Matilda was blissfully unaware of the many eyes that had followed her as she made her way back to Chloe’s private booth. No sooner had she taken her seat than a waiter approached with a deference that bordered on reverence.

“Miss, our young master would like to invite you over for a drink at his table,” the waiter said with a polite bow.

Where in the world did this ‘young master‘ spring from?

Chloe leaned in close and whispered, “Did you piss someone off?”

Matilda shook her head, bemused. “Ever heard of bad luck in love following a woman fresh out of jail?”

Chloe’s laughter was laden with a sultry charm. “Sure have. Yvan’s a classic case, isn’t he?”

Matilda couldn’t help but chuckle, even as she feigned annoyance. “Mention him one more time, and you’re dead meat!”

“Whoa, easy there!” Chloe raised her hands in mock surrender. “Look, just go check it out. If anything feels off, text me, and I’ll swoop in to the rescue. For all you know, this ‘young master‘ might be your Prince Charming. Give him a chance to impress you.”

Matilda gazed at Chloe’s stunning visage, clicking her tongue in mock disapproval. “You’re always playing the game, aren’t you?”

smirk, nudging Matilda gently. “Off you go, don’t keep the man waiting. I’m rooting

by the waiter to the reserved area, Matilda’s face fell the instant she laid eyes on the two men seated there. She turned to leave, only to find herself caught by Bennett, who had risen to his

that was

a few days, but Matilda seemed… even more beautiful.

to pull her into the booth, only to be greeted by Yvan’s similarly strained grin.

replied, his eyes scrutinizing her with an unfathomable depth.

a touch too perfect, “Since you’ve invited me for a drink, I’ll have this one and be

shot in one fluid motion, her lips glistening in the bar’s colorful lights. Bennett swallowed hard, the sight unexpectedly stirring him. “Won’t

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catching the kaleidoscope of club lights, giving them an almost ethereal glow. “We’re divorced, after all. Sitting here together is…

thought this was awkward?

since when did you start caring about propriety?”

words implied she had

a nonchalance that belied her inner turmoil. “Exactly. I’ve foolishly clung to you without shame in the past. Isn’t it better to cut my