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?”

want you to leave. I don’t want to be

so empty, devoid of family

up some breakfast, her movements as

who had risen early, 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 Matilda would rise at dawn to make him breakfast, even though he never once took

it with him.

a wave of familiarity washed over him, and he

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

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remembered everything, every

steeped in memories.

Yvan. She told herself not to be

nothing left to

noticed Matilda’s slight quiver and stared at her for a long

looking

memories that, it seemed, had only ever