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?”

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

instant she laid eyes on the two men seated there. She turned to leave, only to find herself caught by Bennett, who

was Bennett’s first thought.

days, but Matilda seemed…

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

evening,” he replied, his eyes scrutinizing her with an

against Bennett and Yvan’s drinks, and said with a smile that was a touch too perfect, “Since you’ve invited

in the bar’s colorful lights. Bennett

Chapter 53

for a bit?”

catching the kaleidoscope of club lights, giving them an almost ethereal glow. “We’re divorced,

thought this was awkward?

since when did you start caring about

words implied she had lacked it

back her hair with a nonchalance that belied her inner turmoil. “Exactly. I’ve foolishly clung to you without shame in the