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,” she pleaded.

He yearned to hug her, yet he lacked the courage.

himself to touch her, a woman marred by wounds both seen and

belly,

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

her body convulsed with sobs. Through her blurred vision, she saw the pain etched onto

didn’t want this baby. Anything tied to you, I reject! That child would’ve known nothing but hardship. I

tightened on her shoulders, his voice laced with anguish. “How can you detest me this much?”

me to atone, didn’t you? You love Rachel so desperately, don’t you? Why, then, does my

Yvan’s retort was instinctive and swift. “What

cutting remarks that once flowed so easily now stuck in his

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throat.

Why couldn’t he