A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

hapter 203

Through the crowd, Yvan could see Matilda occasionally chatting with Orson at her side. Although Orson’s expression was cool and detached, he was obviously well–bred. Standing tall at over six feet, he made a striking pair with Matilda from behind.

Yvan was seething with jealousy.

So, Matilda could be this tender and beautiful beside another man. She could let down all her guards and hostilities, a side she never once showed to him.

Yvan watched her like a thief in the night, as if trying to etch her silhouette into his memory. In the past, he would’ve marched right up to them, and even if he couldn’t break Matilda away from her companion, he’d at least throw a few biting remarks to ensure nobody had a good time.

But now, he was scared,

Scared after learning the hard truth from Logan,

He had dismissed her pain, tirelessly defending Ella, but reality had slapped him hard across the face, proving how horribly wrong he was.

How many times had he pushed them to the brink, watching idly, never once reaching out a hand to save them?

Yvan’s heart ached with a sharp, persistent pain.

Yvan’s distress and spoke up, “Mr.

looking bewildered as if he’d just woken from a nightmare. “Carl,” he muttered, “who’s that

Carl remained silent.

my ex–wife, she’s not

Carl spoke up.

loved you. It was

like lightning. Yvan stood

his loyal assistant couldn’t help but imply that he got what he

him, hoping Yvan

sharp retort: he would never regret anything. Yvan

regrets.

he could go back, he’d risk everything to rewind this tragedy. How could

him like blades. Yes, she had loved him recklessly, but he had sent her to prison,

eyes, Yvan slowly

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wanted to walk away, to stop watching the tender scenes that no longer included him his woman and