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

imagined countless times. Yet, confronted with the reality, her heart still ached, and her

could never be as calm and composed

person grasping for a

wished to slice through Yvan’s devilishly handsome facade, shatter his pretense of nobility, and tear apart his well–crafted veneer. She wondered if his

I’m rather unaware of any ‘relationship‘ we’re supposed to have: Why don’t you enlighten us?” she said, her voice

such a thorny side, nor had

thought that even if Matilda could be cold to

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

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clearly indicating a desire to have nothing

Matilda. “I apologize, Mr. Boyd. It seems my