A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 125

In that fleeting moment, memories surged like a tidal wave and threatened to drown Matilda. In the blink of an eye, her mind raced through countless shared moments with him. Five years married. how had he managed to cast her aside so easily?

Matilda composed her distraught expression, but Criss beside her was quick to break the ice with a question, “Mr. Boyd, you seem to know Dawn from before?”

Privately, Criss often called her Dawn, and in those times, Matilda felt truly alive–as if reborn from the ashes rather than the foolish woman who had loved him with such cautious devotion. Criss‘ inquiry caused Yvan’s gaze to darken subtly, as if a flicker of emotion had passed through his eyes, only to be swallowed by the abyss of his deep pupils.

His eyes were shimmering with a rare and exotic beauty.

Yvan, as fickle as the night.

Matilda offered a smile and said to Criss, “No, we’re not close.”

At that instant, Yvan’s pupils contracted imperceptibly before he asked, “Is that how you see. our relationship, Matilda?”

relationship do we have?”

Yet, confronted with the reality, her

Yvan, she could never be as calm

tighten around his arm, seeking comfort like a drowning person grasping for a lifeline, yet

apart his well–crafted veneer. She wondered if his heart, which had inflicted so much cruelty upon her in her darkest hours, was capable of feeling

you enlighten us?” she said, her voice

such a thorny side, nor had he foreseen a day when she would stand defiantly against him.

cold to others, she would never be so towards

her hand, she smoothly evaded his touch. Matilda edged slightly behind Criss, then addressed Yvan, “Mr. Boyd, if you have nothing further, we’ll

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a desire to have nothing to do

by Matilda. “I apologize, Mr. Boyd. It