A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 210

No one knew about the tragedy that had unfolded, except for Matilda. She was the sole keeper of that grim secret.

The day Chloe left was like any other she got dressed in her crisp work attire, slipped into her pumps, and headed to the office. When the workday ended, she quietly handed in her resignation letter while no one was looking, tying up all her foose ends before she vanished without a backward glance.

Matilda had wept for her. Back when Chloe was crumpled on the floor, her blood painting a stark contrast against the white tiles, she had clutched Matilda’s hand, her wrist still bleeding profusely.

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“Matilda,” she had whispered, “don’t let Declan touch me. Don’t let him find me.”

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down her face, Matilda promised, and

went to work, shared laughs and banter with her quirky colleagues, brainstormed new fashion lines in meetings, and kept Chloe’s secret locked away. Nobody in the marketing department knew that

callously tossed her aside like yesterday’s newspaper, not even bothering to help her get dressed. He didn’t spare a thought for the pain she must have endured as she walked away, nor the

before discarding her. But a week of silence had passed, and Chloe hadn’t reached out to him, not a single WhatsApp message or a playful “Mr. Yeager” like she used to. She had once been ever–present, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, all to earn

always considered Chloe the kind of woman who would spread her legs for anyone who flashed the cash. She was like an annoying fly that couldn’t be swatted away, always buzzing around him, her voice dripping with a fawning tone

that many men coveted her, and he took pleasure in knowing she obeyed only him. Every command he gave, every task he demanded, was met with her compliance, and it fed

men wanted her, but she was his

who seemed so resilient, who never complained of pain, might one day

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admission would be

and glanced at his phone. Chloe’s chat was silent; her Facebook untouched for a week. He scoffed,

contact, expecting her to come crawling back, begging