Chapter 121

Matilda paced down the narrow corridor, her steps quickening with each heartbeat until they crescendoed into a full–on sprint. She burst from the loud, metallic building. Its walls throbbing with electronic beats, Into the all–consuming embrace of the night.

In the solitude of the darkness, she seemed determined to exhaust every ounce of energy, running towards its unseen end. Irony swirled around her, and she let out a laugh–a frantic. wild cackle. She could hear footsteps behind her, a man in pursuit, his hand reaching out to grab her.

Matilda didn’t look back.

But his voice clung to her like sharp needles piercing her skin, sending a prickling sensation. that suddenly enveloped her entire body.

She turned, her patience shattered, and her palm met Yvan’s cheek with a resounding smack.

What a ridiculous man, she mused.

and prodded Yvan’s chest–a gesture that struck him like a sledgehammer, shattering his

off his attempts at reconciliation, she dissected his defenses with her words–words that were as much a

between us are far from settled, Yvan. Spare me the reminiscences of past. affections,” she said. “Henceforth, Yvan, let our

more acute

a swift gesture and slid into its backseat. She may have been soaked in spilled beer, her pride seemingly drenched before the crowd, but as she stood, her chin lifted with the same haughty grace she possessed five years

out with an empty palm. realized he

at him with such indifference, such mocking disdain, as if nothing remained between

the realization dawned on him, a bitter laugh escaped his lips. What had

many times must her love–a love so fervent and unyielding–have been wounded

so profound, Yvan paled as it surged towards him with relentless force. He looked up at the empty street, the night breeze carrying away a sigh into the darker corners of the

Chapter 121

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