A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 169

Matilda’s struggle only served to fan the flames of Yvan’s rage. With a forceful shove, he slammed her against the hallway wall, utterly Indifferent to Declan’s presence. “What are you hiding for, Matilda? Even if you were dead, I wouldn’t let you go!”

The words drained the color from Matilda’s face. She lashed out, trying to strike Yvan, but he deftly blocked her, his anger palpable. “Oh, you’ve grown some spine, haven’t you? Daring to confront me now? I clearly underestimated you, didn’t I? How quickly you’ve managed to hook up with some other guy!”

Tears welled in Matilda’s eyes. “Yvan, you have no right to accuse me!”

“And who does? That stray you had warming your bed?” Yvan was furious; his handsome face twisted with anger.

To Matilda, it was nothing short of terrifying. She wouldn’t allow Yvan to insult Criss like this.

“You can insult me all you want, but not Criss!”

With a burst of strength, Matilda pushed Yvan away. “I told you to stop bothering me. Who I see and what I do is none of your business!”

The audacity! She was defending another man right in front of him!

was so livid he could strangle her. “So, now you’re speaking up

to comfort me if I called. Can you say the same? During our five years of marriage, you never gave me the time of day! If it weren’t for Criss, I don’t know how many times I would’ve died from the pain I suffered here! Every wound you inflicted, he was there to

refined features etched with disbelief. He was rendered speechless, utterly lost in the force

muster a single retort.

there was someone else to mend her wounds. In her eyes, was he

twisted into hurtful actions. She never considered that sometimes, all he wanted was to

her when she was kidnapped, to rush her to the hospital, to vigilantly watch

him, her cold words only driving him to recklessness. Why did every

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chaos?

eyes, a look that could tear her apart. She felt an

pinned her against the wall, his arms caging her in a small

anymore. “Get off me! What do you look like, desperately clinging on like