A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 213

Yvan had no idea how he managed to leave Matilda’s place that day. Her final words had left him shattered, his armor discarded, his defenses torn asunder. He fled, tearing away from her home as if chased by demons. His sports car roared down the highway, the windows rolled down, the biting wind funneling straight into his soul.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably, spasms of pain gripping his chest.

Stumbling into his house like a wounded soldier, he collapsed onto the couch, his spirit in tatters.

Gradually, he curled up, fetal–like, as helpless as a newborn, clutching the fabric over his heart as if to hold himself together.

He felt like a defeated generat, his consciousness in disarray, his breaths shaky and painful. It seemed even breathing was a stab of agony.

Tears, cold and unbidden, fought to escape the corners of Yvan’s eyes. After a long silence, he let out a guttural growl, choked by sobs.

He had thought it wouldn’t matter, that he could face this easily. But Matilda’s piercing gaze and the venom in her words had flayed him alive. He felt dissected, pain throbbing through every part of him.

He had never paid her any mind, and had loathed her, so why did her indifference wound him so deeply?

Was it just a man’s petty possessiveness that caused such agony?

His fingers clenched tightly, but not enough to stop their trembling: He felt as if

he had been stricken by a terrible illness, his own insults to her now reflected

back upon him.

say he regretted it?

didn’t love her; he couldn’t. And yet, why was the

second an eternity, torturing Yvan’s

pain of losing Matilda seemed, unfathomably, to exceed even the loss of Rachel

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turmoil of the night caused Matilda to be late for work the next

and yawned as she settled back

Hala twirled her pen nearby.

shuffled in, his face the very image of sleep deprivation. “Morning, folks…”

late again,” Hala

slumped at his

fingers flew over her keyboard. “Impressive, he’s totally given up.”

bonuses than his base salary anyway,” Hala

sauntered over, his jacket swishing. “Looks like our goddess could use a pick–me–up. How about a cup

coffee he was handing out to everyone.

she didn’t expect Declan to

first instinct was to turn and walk away. But then Declan called out to

said without even sitting down, getting straight to the point. “What do you want, Mr. Yeager?”