A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 21

“Matilda, I never pegged you for a whore!” Yvan’s temper was flaring as he pinned her against the restroom wall, his breath coming in heavy bursts, his eyes a tempest of rage–he was livid.

“You lure me out for drinks, never considering I might get hassled?” Matilda’s laugh was sly, her eyes narrowing. “Wasn’t it your wish to see me humiliated? Annoyed that you missed the show?”

Yvan pressed her harder against the wall, closing in on her, his gaze, dark and intense, locked onto hers. After a moment, his lips crashed onto hers in a feverish kiss.

Matilda struggled violently.

Just then, someone entered the restroom.

Yvan chuckled lowly, “Scream. Let everyone outside witness this spectacle!”

Bastard!

Matilda glared at Yvan, her eyes brimming with tears, “Why are you doing this to me?”

Yvan remained silent, leaning in to kiss her savagely once more. Her taste was surprisingly intoxicating. When she was his wife five years ago, sleeping with her was just part of the routine. Though he didn’t care for her, Matilda’s figure was appealing, so Yvanever found her dull.

But he hadn’t expected her to get pregnant, to bear his child.

Memories surged, and a question pierced his thoughts.

Five years ago, when Rachel died, had Matilda been pregnant too?

her at Rachel’s grave site, sent

Back then, Matilda must have

him

unaware of

out, “Why are you

whim? Yvan, wasn’t your betrayal five years

just tightened his jaw, his pupils constricting upon seeing her

fiercely wiped her lips–her lipstick had vanished during the forceful kiss, but as

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fresh redness bloomed.

left the restroom, and Yvan thought he heard her sobbing. breaths as she departed.

out, he bumped into a group of women entering.

the ladies‘ room, right?”

smokes, what a hunk! But why’s he coming

go there; he could be one of

who’d have thought he’d sneak into the ladies‘ room.”

women gave Yvan a few extra glances, but his enigmatic presence kept their comments subdued.

her with a smile and pulled her close with practiced ease as

arriving later, narrowed his eyes discreetly at the

that belonged to him being touched by another man,

Yvan rejoined the group, appearing composed.

with Matilda leaning on his shoulder,