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?”

do we

a scene she’d imagined countless times. Yet, confronted with the reality, her heart still

could never be as calm and composed as she

seeking comfort like a drowning person grasping for a lifeline, yet her gaze remained

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

have: Why don’t you enlighten us?” she

demeanor caught Yvan off guard. He had never expected her to reveal such a thorny side, nor had he foreseen a day when she would stand defiantly against him.

could be cold to others, she would never be

evaded his touch. Matilda edged slightly behind Criss, then addressed Yvan, “Mr. Boyd, if you have nothing further, we’ll be taking our

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was brisk, clearly indicating a desire

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