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!

breakfast portion without much thought – including an egg cooked just the

face in her hands. Oh, Heavens. She needed

and fast!

the bottom of the stairs, she saw Yvan standing at the dining table, elegantly dabbing at his mouth –

gone.

ashen.

landing on Matilda’s pale face. Without a word, he picked up his suit jacket – it was time for work.

Yvan walked out the door, not

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Chapter 100

The egg wasn’t specially made for him; it was

quietly traced down her cheeks as she slid down the wall next to the

Habit.

to how terrifying yet laughable that word

she had desperately sought to please him, and in an instant, their world had crumbled – a dream shattered, the music ended,