A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 122

A week had passed before Yvan laid eyes on Matilda again. It was at a swanky cocktail party. where the city’s who’s who mingled, glasses clinking and laughter echoing off the marble walls.

There she was, arm in arm with a man, draped in a scarlet dress that clung to her like a second skin. Her hair fell in carefree waves, and her lips were a bold, sensuous red. They made an entrance that captured every gaze in the room.

The man by her side was the world–renowned creative director of Noble Blue Brand, Criss. At thirty, with his fine features and a reputation for being a maverick, he was the envy of every bachelor there. Women whispered among themselves, speculating on how Matilda had managed to snag such a catch.

Criss flashed her a smile. “They’re all looking at you.”

“They?” Feigning ignorance, Matilda asked, “Are you referring to someone in particular, Mr. Criss?”

“Smart as ever.” Criss‘ voice dropped to a whisper. “Your ex–husband is watching you.”

As Matilda lifted her gaze, she found Yvan amid the crowd. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment across the sea of partygoers before each calmly looked away.

she had come to resemble Yvan. Once upon a time, seeing him would

They’ve forged my

presence was unanticipated, yet there was something familiar about her slender silhouette. It seemed to many that they had seen such a face before, years ago–a face that exuded an air of noble

eloquence had dazzled, her red dress swirled, and a single glance

her trials, donning that fiery red dress

pleased, complimented her, “Matilda, you should have come to me

the image you had of me.” Matilda batted

the crowd with an air of cold, aristocratic grace.

lightly, so his four–word endorsement spoke volumes of

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joked, “Too bad he’s not into men.

in on her thoughts, teased back, “Sleeping with