A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 141

The moment Matilda’s eyes met his, fragile as a spooked deer caught in headlights, Yvan felt his heart being torn to shreds. He couldn’t fathom why he felt this way; her pain was his pain, a shared torment that bound them inseparably.

Curled up into herself, Matilda clutched her arms as if seeking comfort in their embrace. Her voice was frall yet desperate, “I didn’t… I’m not a killer…”

Who, five years ago, had cast her into this relentless maelstrom of fate?

Yvan stepped closer, his voice a whispering balm. “It’s me, Matilda.”

Lifting her tearful eyes to his, she looked at Yvan with a lost gaze. “It’s you.”

The chill that ran through Yvan’s veins was mirrored in her eyes, where he saw his reflection, diminished and faint.

She murmured, “Yvan, you could leave me behind, but I… I just can’t do the same. It’s such a pity.”

Such a pity, indeed.

please… no more curses,”

He yearned to hug

woman marred by wounds

her belly, asked, “Is the baby still there?”

his own, the truth heavy on his lips. “The pregnancy was too fragile in the beginning. We lost

bitter and broken. Tears streamed down her face as her body convulsed with sobs. Through her blurred vision, she saw the pain etched onto Yvan’s face, fueling her

want this baby. Anything tied to you, I reject! That child would’ve known

grip tightened on her shoulders, his voice laced with anguish. “How can you

searing into him. “Yvan, you wanted me to atone, didn’t you? You love Rachel

dare you bring up Rachel!” Yvan’s retort was instinctive and swift.

remarks that once flowed so easily now stuck

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throat.

he say them?