A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 129

“Mat.”

The man’s call was crisp and sharp, like a gust of wind that swiftly ends, cold and biting.

Matilda’s eyes twinkled with a mirthful red, “Mr. Boyd.”

She finally mustered the courage to face him.

As Yvan stepped forward, Matilda retreated, their silent standoff palpable. She warned, “Mr. Boyd, any closer, and you’ll be invading my personal space.”

Yvan halted not far from her, his smile laden with unspoken intent. “I’ve been closer before.”

“But I’ve forgotten that.” Matilda deftly parried his advance, her laughter reminiscent of an innocent, oblivious child. For a moment, it seemed as if time had rewound to the startling beauty of their first encounter.

Yet she asked, “Did you call my name for a reason, Mr. Boyd?”

So distant and detached.

as if he were

he finally let out a few syllables,

have. If I hadn’t, I’d surely

upon the blade’s edge, ready to embrace destruction at any second,

and Yvan’s brows slowly gathered a shadow. In a tone Matilda couldn’t

as if she had heard the

“Yvan, it’s far too late to talk about hate. You’re not worthy of

like branches in the wind, undeniably dazzling. She had been the center of attention five years ago, and now, upon her return, she easily captured the gaze of men. Her every smile and frown was full of charm, a

reached a dead end, a point where it

forward, gracefully passing by him.

another man who happened to pass by, saying, “The poison has seeped into the

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as I once loved you, I

around the newcomer’s neck, glancing back to see the shock exploding in Yvan’s eyes. Matilda’s smile was that of a siren. “Yvan, there’s no turning back the years. When a person is stripped of everything, nothing in this world can hold her back.”

named Hatred had devoured her reason; when Yvan shattered her remaining

to lose, she fears nothing at