A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

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Criss guided Matilda to their room for some rest, the twin beds neatly made.

Matilda perched on one, taking deep, steadying breaths.

Seeing her like this, Criss heaved a sigh, grabbed the kettle to boil some water for tea, and asked while filling it, “Sweetie, you gotta tell me who he is already, right?”

Matilda offered a resigned smile. “He’s my ex–husband.”

“Oh my God!”

Criss‘ hand trembled, nearly dropping the kettle. “Then I don’t wanna sleep with him.”

Matilda’s voice pitched up in disbelief. “You wanted to sleep with my ex–husband?”

Criss stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Well, he doesn’t look like the submissive type. I bet if we hit the sack, we’d end up wrestling.”

Matilda raised her hands in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, okay, Lord Criss, I admit my fault. I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I’ll be upfront next time.”

kettle, and said, “Honey, you gotta figure something out. You can’t keep dodging him forever. The event planners were talking him up big time. How did you guys even

“It just happened.”

Criss‘ question, memories came

thoughts, and then said, “There’s nothing much

now.” Criss feigned

up at the renowned creative director, who smiled down at her, “Looks

love

“Go ahead, try your luck. If you can turn

“Boring.”

crowd below. People were mingling, clinking glasses, the socialite dance of ambiguity–everyone hunting, everyone climbing, all with a shared aim: ascend

quite

Yvan in the crowd, his tall, distinguished figure and his aloof, handsome

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attention of many socialites. Yet, Yvan remained unimpressed, as if no woman

darling, with the way he’s giving the cold shoulder to those ladies, you’d think he played for the same