A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 109

Yvan thought she had temporarily calmed down as he watched her return to her room and quietly lie down, but little did he know, it was all an act – a pretense of tranquility in the aftermath of the storm.

When Yvan left for the office, Matilda took matters into her own hands, handling her discharge. She cleaned herself up, tended to her wounds, and applied her makeup with a frightening level of composure.

It was like the last surge of energy in someone on the brink of death.

Matilda left the hospital in a hurry, picking up a cake on her way home. Upon arriving, she tidied the entire house and then prepared a spread of dishes, placing the cake in the center with candles on top.

She watched silently as the candles burned down. As if the flames were a metaphor for her own life flickering away.

Staring at the candle, Matilda whispered softly after a long while, “Gideon, happy birthday. I’m sorry I couldn’t celebrate with you, and now, your life is forever frozen at 27.”

Matilda didn’t cry. She sat down to eat, then cut a piece of cake, setting it aside for Logan. She knew that if Logan realized he had missed his uncle’s birthday, he would throw a tantrum for a slice of cake. But Matilda couldn’t bring herself to deliver it to the Boyd family for Logan; she couldn’t face Yvan anymore.

her into a devil. Yvan, the

with grief and pain. From the initial shock to the eventual screaming, it seemed as if she had exhausted all her strength in her defiance and attempts to wound Yvan.

these quiet moments alone that the immense, tidal pain crashed over her, leaving

or thrashing about–it was this deadly stillness.

into the couch, burying her head in her hands. Her body convulsed like a trapped animal, emitting

reached for her phone, only to

nearby phone store, randomly selected a model, and got a new number. Returning home, she searched

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and dialed the number.

Mason’s voice came through colder than usual. “Who is this?” he inquired.

of thoughts crossed Matilda’s mind before she finally spoke, “Mason, it’s