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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her face, Matilda promised, and from that moment

colleagues, brainstormed new fashion lines in meetings, and kept Chloe’s secret locked away. Nobody in the marketing

week later when Declan realized Chloe had gone radio silent. After their last encounter, he had callously tossed her aside like yesterday’s newspaper, not even bothering to help her get dressed. He didn’t spare a thought for the

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,

flashed the cash. She was like an annoying fly that couldn’t be swatted away, always buzzing around

her, and he took pleasure in knowing she obeyed only him. Every command he gave, every task he demanded, was met

wanted her, but she was his

resilient, who never complained of pain, might

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admission

Chloe’s chat was silent; her Facebook untouched for a week. He scoffed, thinking she was playing some kind

one to reach out first. So, with cold finality, he deleted Chloe’s contact, expecting her to come crawling back, begging