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?”

with red, “I don’t want you to

felt so empty, devoid of family

breakfast, her movements as fluid as if she’d

the figure bustling about in the kitchen. For a moment, he was transported five years back, to the days when Matilda would rise

it with him.

a wave of familiarity washed over him, and he found himself lost

of sunny–side–up eggs and bacon, her voice cold as she saw Yvan, as if she was merely performing a routine, “I apologize

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she remembered everything, every piece of furniture in

steeped in

she faced Yvan. She told herself not to be afraid;

nothing left to lose.

and stared at her for

he was, looking

like a fool, wounded by memories that, it seemed, had only ever affected her.