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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Matilda promised, and

fashion lines in meetings, and kept Chloe’s secret locked away. Nobody in the marketing department knew that their bright and

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

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

be swatted away, always buzzing around him, her voice dripping with a fawning tone whenever she called him “Mr.

she obeyed only him. Every command he gave, every task he demanded, was met with her

men wanted her, but

the possibility that the woman who seemed so resilient, who never

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painful that admission would be

his phone. Chloe’s chat was silent; her Facebook

he’d never be the one to reach out first. So, with cold finality, he deleted Chloe’s contact, expecting her to come