A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

In that fleeting moment, memories surged like a tidal wave and threatened to drown Matilda. In the blink of an eye, her mind raced through countless shared moments with him. Five years married. how had he managed to cast her aside so easily?

Matilda composed her distraught expression, but Criss beside her was quick to break the ice with a question, “Mr. Boyd, you seem to know Dawn from before?”

Privately, Criss often called her Dawn, and in those times, Matilda felt truly alive–as if reborn from the ashes rather than the foolish woman who had loved him with such cautious devotion. Criss‘ inquiry caused Yvan’s gaze to darken subtly, as if a flicker of emotion had passed through his eyes, only to be swallowed by the abyss of his deep pupils.

His eyes were shimmering with a rare and exotic beauty. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Yvan, as fickle as the night.

Matilda offered a smile and said to Criss, “No, we’re not close.”

At that instant, Yvan’s pupils contracted imperceptibly before he asked, “Is that how you see. our relationship, Matilda?”

“What relationship do we have?”

Her sharp retort cut through the air, a scene she’d imagined countless times. Yet, confronted with the reality, her heart still ached, and her blood still rushed with anger.

Facing Yvan, she could never be as calm and composed as she wished.

Criss felt Matilda’s fingers tighten around his arm, seeking comfort like a drowning person grasping for a lifeline, yet her gaze remained fixed on the man before her.

Her look was cutting as if she wished to slice through Yvan’s devilishly handsome facade, shatter his pretense of nobility, and tear apart his well–crafted veneer. She wondered if his heart, which had inflicted so much cruelty upon her in her darkest hours, was capable of feeling pain.

“Mr. Boyd. I’m rather unaware of any ‘relationship‘ we’re supposed to have: Why don’t you enlighten us?” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm, putting on a facade.

Matilda’s demeanor caught Yvan off guard. He had never expected her to reveal such a thorny side, nor had he foreseen a day when she would stand defiantly against him.

He thought that even if Matilda could be cold to others, she would never be so towards him.

As the man moved to grasp her hand, she smoothly evaded his touch. Matilda edged slightly behind Criss, then addressed Yvan, “Mr. Boyd, if you have nothing further, we’ll be taking our leave.”

Her tone was brisk, clearly indicating a desire to have nothing to do with Yvan.

Sensing his companion’s subtle tremors, Criss glanced at Yvan before choosing to stand by Matilda. “I apologize, Mr. Boyd. It seems my companion isn’t feeling well. I’ll be taking her back. to the hotel,”

Yvan’s brow twitched at the mention of “back to the hotel,” disbelief washing over him as he stared at Matilda.

She was staying with Criss?

But Matilda didn’t give him time to ponder; she quickly followed Criss through the crowd toward the hotel lobby.

Yvan watched Matilda’s receding figure for a long while before abruptly pulling out his phone.

“Hey, it’s me. Look into Criss‘ background–ASAP. I need the info right now.”