A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 8

Was this kid coached by Matilda? Teaching him to play two–faced games like this.

Yvan, seething with anger, stormed into the living room and caught sight of Matilda standing there. All the emotions from their five–year separation surged to his heart in an instant.

Matilda’s eyes held a deep–rooted fear and pain that made Yvan involuntarily clench his fists.

“It’s been a while,” he said tersely.

Matilda didn’t respond.

Logan, unable to stop Yvan, ran to his mother’s side, took her hand, and said, “Don’t worry, Mommy. Let’s go to bed.”

Mother and son turned to leave, intending to ignore Yvan completely.

“Stop right there!”

The angry voice from behind made Matilda shiver, and even Logan could feel her hand. trembling.

Yvan, his anger turning into a bitter laugh, said, “Aren’t you going to explain this kid to me?”

shook as she faced Yvan. “I’ve served five years. Why can’t

all her love and hope for

reaction. “You got what you deserved. Why play the victim?”

welled in Matilda’s eyes as she turned away and said bitterly. “Right? So what are you doing here, throwing yourself at a woman with a record like mine?

Worth it? Hardly.” Yvan reached out and grabbed Logan’s

Logan was unexpectedly calm. He looked straight at

“Mr. Boyd” were like needles

me Dad,”

don’t have

playing on his lips. “I just have a mom who spent five years in jail.” In that moment, Yvan had to admit he was

Logan’s single sentence

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and his love! How dare she

Yvan remembered what Matilda had said as

ever realize how

gripped Yvan’s chest, and he looked at Logan, asking a stupid question, “When

ask? In prison,