A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 100

Once Matilda had shut the door behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief, watching as Logan wolf down his sunny–side–up eggs and crispy bacon.

After tidying up the dishes, she turned to Logan and said, “Next time, you can’t intentionally get yourself sick to get my attention, okay? If you miss me, just have Yvan give me a call. I’ll come by to see you.”

“The only thing you can cook worth a darn are fried eggs.” Logan licked his lips. “Did you practice this a bunch or something?”

Matilda stiffened. How could she explain that she had practiced countless times in the kitchen to perfect Yvan’s odd preference for a medium–cooked egg?

She made up an excuse on the fly. “Your uncle showed me how to do it.”

“Guess Uncle’s the clever one then,” Logan said, nodding his head. “Mommy, your cooking barely scrapes by as edible. I won’t set my expectations too high.”

“You cheeky monkey!” Matilda went over and pinched Logan’s cheek. “Getting feisty now that you’re full, huh?”

While teasing him, a sudden thought struck her. She might have absentmindedly cooked an extra egg.

Oh, no!

her to prepare an extra breakfast portion without much thought – including

buried her face in her hands. Oh, Heavens.

and fast!

downstairs. But as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw Yvan standing

gone.

turned ashen. “Yvan, you…”

said nothing, his gaze landing on Matilda’s pale face. Without a word, he

Yvan walked out the door, not managing to utter

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specially made for him; it was

herself. Then, tears quietly traced down her cheeks as she slid down the wall next to the staircase, burying her face in her hands once

Habit.

terrifying yet laughable that word was.

sought to please him, and in an instant, their world had crumbled – a dream