A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 142

Yvan felt a chill run through his veins as he looked at the woman before him. Matilda, the woman he had shared his life with, now seemed like a stranger.

When had a chasm so wide formed between them?

With a heavy heart, Yvan stood up. Facing Matilda now gave him a sense of denial, as though he couldn’t confront the illusion of their estrangement.

He fled Matilda’s hospital room, his steps almost a sprint. He had stayed awake for two restless nights, only to falter the moment she woke up.

As the door to her room clicked shut, Matilda let her eyes fall closed once more. She collapsed back onto her bed and let the tears cascade freely down her cheeks.

Outside, Yvan lingered in the hallway. Though only several feet separated them, it felt to him as though an entire world lay between them–a world so distant it was unattainable.

Two days after being admitted, Matilda insisted on being discharged. Yvan couldn’t dissuade her, and even Keaton had no luck. “You know they say a miscarriage is like going through a mini postpartum confinement,” Keaton said, concern creasing his brow. “Do you really want to risk your health like this?”

offered a wan smile. “What does it matter if this body gets a little more broken?”

already imperfect; a cracked vessel might as well shatter

may come from others, but the body is yours

steadfast in her decision to leave.

to stay, Yvan helped her out, though he had initially thought that she could

Her pallor was sickly, her eyes chillingly

Yvan exploded, his patience frayed to its limit. “Do you have to completely ruin yourself

and I gave you one. You locked me up in the Boyd family home because I was pregnant. Now that there’s no child, what else do you have

his heart had been gouged out. “Matilda, do you really think I’m being kind to you just

wanted her to recover in the safety

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laughed a bitter sound.

fingers clenched tightly at her sides as if mustering all her strength to counter Yvan. “Weren’t you always only concerned about your precious Rachel? Wasn’t I just a wretched person in your eyes? I thought you wouldn’t bat an eyelid even if I died. And now you’re telling me you’re being kind to me? How laughable!”