A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 90

From her bitter tone, it looked like they couldn’t get along well anymore.

It was a rare occasion that they didn’t start off at each other’s throats, but as fate would have it, things had spiraled back to their usual chaos.

Matilda swallowed the sting of hurt and feigned indifference, “Well, knowing Mr. Boyd, there’s no shortage of flings in your life. It’s all a play, and once the curtain falls, the actors leave. You stopping me like this, I might start thinking you’ve got a

soft spot for me.”

Predictably, her provocation drew out Yvan’s sardonic grin, “Got a soft spot for you? Matilda, you do flatter yourself.”

“I’ve always seen myself clearly.” Matilda spun around to face Yvan, her body trembling yet her smile stunning, “In your eyes, I’m just some tart, aren’t I?”

“If you know it, then scram!” Yvan’s simmering rage erupted at once, his gaze fierce as he stared Matilda down, contempt flashing through his eyes, “Get out of my sight before you taint my mansion any further!”

With tears glistening in her eyes, perhaps mocking them both, she retorted, “I’m. gone. But don’t you dare miss me.”

slammed the door behind her. The sound of the door crashing shut seemed to symbolize the shattering of

figure disappeared beyond the threshold, Yvan, in a fit

insufferable. Why…why had he ever taken her away from Mason’s

phone rang. Yvan’s gaze settled on the incoming

greeted him, “Yvan, I’m back home. Are you going

body out of the cab, Matilda returned home to find Gideon bustling in the kitchen, preparing lunch. When he saw her, he rushed over anxiously, “Where were you last night? I was this close to calling the

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of relief. Her eyes, already red, couldn’t

torment, it all came crashing down on her in that moment. Clutching at Gideon’s shirt, she sobbed with a

flared upon noticing the love bites on Matilda’s neck, “Who was it?! Who

her head, crying, refusing to confess. Gideon gripped her shoulders firmly, “Was it Yvan? Was it him? I’ll confront him, I swear! How

trembled violently, feeling as though she was suffocating. Ever since she had faced Yvan, the struggle

fingers