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?

coddled by her family for so long,

had been smoothed over, and soon after, the news of Matilda’s incarceration eclipsed the Simpson family’s troubles. Five years in jail, with a shattered heart, had left her

snorted at the memory, then heard Willow continue, “I know you see me as a rival, and truth be told, you’re still

in silence for twenty minutes, she got up, showered, applied makeup, picked out a sharp outfit, spritzed some perfume, and, instead of driving, hailed a cab.

sneezed in the chilly air, Matilda

Matilda walked up, draped in a stylish shawl, her long legs showcased by a leather skirt, feet clad in black boots. A blowout and curling iron had teased her hair into loose waves, tossed to one side to reveal the delicate

wasn’t just her looks that made people stop and stare; it was her

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a single petal, her presence like a

Matilda now, Willow thought she possessed a morbid allure, like someone on the brink of death yet radiating a final, stunning burst of life. Her eyes were deep and desperate, like parched

had reduced her to

noted her nasal voice

Matilda said nothing.