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.

he say he

yet, why was the pain

each second an

of losing Matilda seemed, unfathomably, to exceed

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Chapter 213

Matilda to be late for work

she’d get docked for attendance and yawned

twirled her pen nearby. “Thought that

Orson, shuffled in, his face the

Orson, you’re late again,” Hala

lids, slumped at his desk, and promptly

her keyboard. “Impressive, he’s

bonuses than his base salary anyway,” Hala

his jacket swishing. “Looks like our goddess could use a pick–me–up. How about a cup of instant coffee?”

he was handing out to everyone. She then booted up her

expect Declan to

first instinct was to turn and walk away. But then Declan called out to her, and she had no choice

me. I didn’t expect it to be you,” Matilda said without even sitting down,