A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 99

When Matilda woke up the next day, she found herself draped in a luxurious blanket, the kind only Yvan would custom order, monogrammed with his initials at the

corner.

The letters Y.B seemed to scorch into her field of vision like branding iron, and with a jolt, she flung the blanket to the floor, gasping for breath.

Logan, startled by her action, blinked his eyes open and lifted his head to look at her, “Mommy, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine.” Matilda gathered her wits about her, scoffing at the idea that Yvan would cover her with a blanket. How could that be possible?

“I must’ve fallen asleep with you last night.” Matilda caressed Logan’s face, “Has your fever come down? I should be going now.”

“Don’t go, Mommy!”

Logan clutched the hem of Matilda’s clothes, his voice barely above a whisper, “Can you stay with me just one more day, please?”

Seeing the longing in Logan’s eyes, Matilda couldn’t help but sigh, “I won’t stay the night, but I’ll stay with you until the afternoon, okay?”

his eyes rimmed with red, “I don’t want you to leave. I

so empty, devoid of family

before heading downstairs to whip up some breakfast, her movements as fluid as if she’d done this countless

was taken aback when he saw the figure bustling about in the kitchen. For a moment, he was transported five years back, to the days when

it with him.

watched her from the staircase, a wave of familiarity washed over

kitchen with a plate of sunny–side–up eggs and bacon, her voice cold as she saw Yvan, as if she was merely performing a routine,

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flat, but she remembered everything, every piece of

each steeped in memories.

She

nothing left

and stared at her for a

he was, looking fearless as

a fool, wounded by memories that, it seemed, had only ever