A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 213

Yvan had no idea how he managed to leave Matilda's place that day. Her final words had left him shattered, his armor discarded, his defenses torn asunder. He fled, tearing away from her home as if chased by demons. His sports car roared down the highway, the windows rolled down, the biting wind funneling straight into his soul.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably, spasms of pain gripping his chest.

Stumbling into his house like a wounded soldier, he collapsed onto the couch, his spirit in tatters.

Gradually, he curled up, fetal-like, as helpless as a newborn, clutching the fabric over his heart as if to hold himself together.

He felt like a defeated general, his consciousness in disarray, his breaths shaky and painful. It seemed even breathing was a stab of agony.

Tears, cold and unbidden, fought to escape the corners of Yvan's eyes. After a long silence, he let out a guttural growl, choked by sobs.

He had thought it wouldn't matter, that he could face this easily. But Matilda's piercing gaze and the venom in her words had flayed him alive. He felt dissected, pain throbbing through every part of him.

He had never paid her any mind, and had loathed her, so why did her indifference wound him so deeply?

Was it just a man's petty possessiveness that caused such agony?

His fingers clenched tightly, but not enough to stop their trembling. He felt as if he had been stricken by a terrible illness, his own insults to her now reflected back upon him.

How could he say he regretted it?

He didn't love her; he couldn't. And yet, why was the pain so profound?

The night stretched on, each second an eternity, torturing Yvan's heart.

The pain of losing Matilda seemed, unfathomably, to exceed even the loss of Rachel Archer.

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The turmoil of the night caused Matilda to be late for work the next day. She figured she'd get docked for attendance and yawned as she settled back into her seat.

"Rare sight, you being late," Hala twirled her pen nearby. "Thought that was Orson's trademark."