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.

distress and spoke

he’d just woken from a nightmare. “Carl,” he muttered, “who’s that with

Carl remained silent.

she’s my

when Carl spoke

you. It was you who

lightning. Yvan stood

but imply that he got what

Carl had once warned him, hoping Yvan wouldn’t come to regret his decisions.

he responded? With a quick, sharp retort: he

regrets.

was filled with remorse? If he could go back, he’d risk everything to rewind this tragedy. How could he express

blades. Yes, she had loved him recklessly, but he had sent her to prison, to depression, to self–harm, to the point where she lost part

reddening eyes, Yvan slowly shut them.

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scenes that no longer included him his woman and his son. His heart felt like it was being torn in two, an excruciating rip through his