A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

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Matilda felt like her depression was sinking its claws deeper into her, and Yvan’s reappearance was knocking her for six.

Prostrate on the couch with a throbbing headache, her work wasn’t making any headway, and her son was not with her. She felt like a total failure, now laid up with a fever, clueless about what to do next.

Then, out of the blue, her phone rang.

She glanced at the display: an unknown number. With a sigh of indifference, she answered. But the voice on the other end was familiar.

It was Willow.

In a voice that was cool and to the point, Willow said, “Head over to Fusion. I’ve got a business proposal for you.”

Matilda was puzzled. What game was this heiress playing now?

been coddled by her family for so long, especially

the Simpson family’s troubles. Five years in jail, with a shattered heart, had left her still feeling half–dead on the outside.

continue, “I know you see me as a rival, and truth be told, you’re still competing for my affections. But, frankly, compared to that

for twenty minutes, she got up, showered, applied makeup, picked out a sharp outfit,

as Willow sneezed in the chilly air, Matilda

clad in black boots. A blowout and curling iron had teased her hair into loose waves, tossed to one side to

that made people stop and stare; it was

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through a garden without disturbing a single petal, her presence like

a morbid allure, like someone on the brink of death yet radiating a

who had reduced her to this state.

nasal voice and frowned, “Caught a cold?”

Matilda said nothing.