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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and from that moment on, there was only silence.

her life as though nothing had happened. She 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

he had callously tossed her aside like yesterday’s newspaper, not even bothering to

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,

would spread her legs for anyone who flashed the cash. She was like an annoying fly that couldn’t be swatted away, always

pleasure in knowing she obeyed only him. Every

but she was

never considered the possibility that the woman who seemed so resilient, who never complained of pain, might one

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that admission would be

stubbed out his cigarette and glanced at his phone. Chloe’s chat was silent; her Facebook

with cold finality, he deleted Chloe’s contact, expecting her to come crawling