A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 

The moment Matilda’s eyes met his, fragile as a spooked deer caught in headlights, Yvan felt his heart being torn to shreds. He couldn’t fathom why he felt this way; her pain was his pain, a shared torment that bound them inseparably. 

Curled up into herself, Matilda clutched her arms as if seeking comfort in their embrace. Her voice was frall yet desperate, “I didn’t… I’m not a killer…” 

Who, five years ago, had cast her into this relentless maelstrom of fate? 

Yvan stepped closer, his voice a whispering balm. “It’s me, Matilda.” 

Lifting her tearful eyes to his, she looked at Yvan with a lost gaze. “It’s you.” 

The chill that ran through Yvan’s veins was mirrored in her eyes, where he saw his reflection, diminished and faint. 

She murmured, “Yvan, you could leave me behind, but I… I just can’t do the same. It’s such a pity.” 

Such a pity, indeed. 

“Yvan, please… no more curses,” she pleaded. 

Yvan’s body trembled. He yearned to hug her, yet he lacked the courage. 

He couldn’t bring himself to touch her, a woman marred by wounds both seen and unseen. 

Matilda, hands gently pressed against her belly, asked, “Is the baby still there?” 

With eyes rimmed red, Yvan slowly closed his own, the truth heavy on his lips. “The pregnancy was too fragile in the beginning. We lost the child.” 

A laugh escaped Matilda, bitter and broken. Tears streamed down her face as her body convulsed with sobs. Through her blurred vision, she saw the pain etched onto Yvan’s face, fueling her laughter with a tragic sense of joy. 

“Yvan, I didn’t want this baby. Anything tied to you, I reject! That child would’ve known nothing but hardship. I say it’s a blessing it left us early!” 

Yvan’s grip tightened on her shoulders, his voice laced with anguish. “How can you detest me this much?” 

“Detest?” Matilda’s eyes widened, her gaze searing into him. “Yvan, you wanted me to atone, didn’t you? You love Rachel so desperately, don’t you? Why, then, does my child’s loss trouble you?” 

“How dare you bring up Rachel!” Yvan’s retort was instinctive and swift. “What right do you have…” 

But his words halted midway, the cutting remarks that once flowed so easily now stuck in his 

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throat. 

Why? Why couldn’t he say them?