A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 3

With a slap that echoed through the hushed room, familiar pain shot across Matilda’s cheek as tears welled up in her eyes. In a sudden surge of defiance, she snatched the urn from Yvan’s grasp and hurled it to the ground, shattering it before the stunned onlookers.

“Yvan, let me make this crystal clear,” Matilda spat, her voice thick with emotion, “I would never stoop so low! You can choose not to believe me, but I’ll be damned if I let some dead woman lord over me. You’ll get what’s coming to you, just you wait!“–

Yvan’s roar was like that of a wounded animal as he grasped Matilda by the throat. “How dare you!”

“Go ahead, kill me!” Matilda sneered, a hollow laugh escaping her lips. “You trust her so blindly. yet you disregard my innocence. What’s stopping you? You think I haven’t noticed how you take advantage of my love? You want to crush my heart? Do it, Yvan! It’s already in tatters; what’s one more stab to me?”

The police stepped in, yanking Matilda away and dragging her toward the squad car.

The crowd could only watch this tragic spectacle, the sight of Yvan’s twisted, handsome face filling them with dread.

Yvan’s gaze followed Matilda’s retreating figure like a curse. “You’ll never be able to atone for this, Matilda!”

Matilda’s laughter was bitter as tears forced their way down her cheeks. “Oh, Yvan, you’ll regret this! For all you know, Rachel’s baby might not even be yours. If you ever realize how wrong you’ve been today… if you ever realize…”

down, each cold drop

Matilda’s very being

The torrential rain

the air, a haunting echo in the ears

hope never to see your face again.

Affection? They meant

on her, painfully

left her no way out. Divorced and now bound for jail, she was paying the price for her foolishness with

car rolled down, the flashing cameras caught her deranged expression. Yet she didn’t care; her gaze

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Chapter 3

mistake,” she admitted, her voice suddenly devoid of fight. “Yvan, I’ve realized how

stepped forward, words on the brink of his lips, but the woman before him lifted her head with a hollow gaze that

five years of love, shattered