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.

him like a sledgehammer,

off his attempts at reconciliation, she dissected his defenses with her words–words

Yvan. Spare me the reminiscences of past. affections,” she said. “Henceforth, Yvan, let our love be a jest–heard and

pain more acute than

the crowd, but as she stood, her chin lifted with the same haughty grace she possessed five years prior, reducing everyone to a mere wisp of faint derision

out with an empty palm. realized he once held her wrist in that very hand. Now, there was nothing

wouldn’t look at him with such indifference, such mocking disdain, as if nothing remained

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

her love–a love so fervent and unyielding–have been wounded and ravaged to transform into the cold, resistant shell she presented today?

He looked up at the empty street, the night breeze carrying away a sigh into the darker corners

Chapter 121

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