A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 74

Staring into the face before him, Yvan suddenly felt as if he were looking at a stranger. Would the Matilda he knew five years ago have ever glared at him with such eyes?

Impossible. Five years ago, she was head over heels in love with him, utterly and completely.

Matilda noticed Yvan’s stunned silence and, with a burst of strength from who knew where, shoved the man hard. Without a second thought, she raised her hand and delivered a stinging slap across Yvan’s cheek!

The slap shocked Yvan quite much. Had he just been slapped by a woman? And damn it, one he’d cast aside after having his way!

Yvan reached out to grab Matilda’s wrist, pinning her down, but she didn’t panic. Her eyes were red with fury as she locked her gaze on him and let out a bitter laugh, “Yvan, cut the crap with your high and mighty talk! You owe me so much; this slap is

the least of it!”

In his rage, Yvan’s grip tightened around Matilda’s throat, but she just laughed wildly, as if betting everything on this one moment, “Go on, kill me! Yvan! If you’ve got the guts, just finish me off! Better off dead; it would be a relief to be free of the pain you’ve caused me!”

his mind, sending a violent tremor through his body, and he suddenly released

phrase unwittingly struck at the most tender part of his heart. Five years ago, Rachel died

Who?! Yvan’s fist crashed next to Matilda’s face, the force of it hitting the wall

fluttered, but she never once pleaded for mercy. After a long silence, it was Yvan who spoke in a hoarse voice, “Just go.

and I’ll be more than glad to stay away from you!”

her as if trying to see through her charade, but Matilda’s facade was too strong, a thousand times stronger than she’d been five years ago. What

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steel?

ever, possessing the kind of devilish allure that could drive women wild, yet incapable of moving the woman before him now.

shook off Yvan’s grip and walked down the hallway. Her voice was detached as she said, “Logan’s still in his

even as she spoke, there was an undeniable toughness about her, a sense that nothing could shake her anymore. Once, she had watched Yvan walk away; now, it seemed that it was Yvan’s turn to watch her leave.