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

cut through the air, a scene she’d imagined countless times. Yet, confronted with the reality, her heart still ached, and her

never be as calm

around his arm, seeking comfort like a drowning person grasping for a lifeline, yet her gaze remained fixed

facade, shatter his pretense of nobility, and tear apart his well–crafted veneer. She

Boyd. I’m rather unaware of any ‘relationship‘ we’re supposed to have: Why don’t you enlighten

had never expected her to reveal such a thorny side, nor had he foreseen a day

thought that even if Matilda could be cold to others, she would never

touch. Matilda edged slightly behind Criss, then addressed Yvan, “Mr. Boyd,

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tone was brisk, clearly indicating a desire to have nothing to

his companion’s subtle tremors, Criss glanced at Yvan before choosing to stand by Matilda. “I apologize, Mr. Boyd. It seems my companion