A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 222

Here's the revised version of the translated text, ensuring it aligns more closely with the original text's emotions, style, and plot, while making it suitable for Western readers.

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She's the one I love!!

Mason's voice cracked on the final three words, his emotion draining him of strength. He slumped back onto the floor, sitting on the tatami mat, glaring at Yvan. They both had delicate features, but Mason's eyes blazed with a hatred far more intense than anything Yvan's calm demeanor revealed. "I must've been blind from the start! Just the other day, I saw her, laughing and wrapped around some foreign guy while she was out with Adrian!"

A storm surged behind Yvan's eyes at that revelation, a tumult of emotions flickering through him as he picked up the photograph with trembling fingers. Mason was seething, "Matilda is rotten to the core! Yvan, I don't know why I'm like this, why just the thought of her messing around with someone else drives me insane!"

Yvan managed to keep a poker face, though inside he was anything but calm.

He spoke softly, "Matilda, she..."

How could she do something like this?

"She parades around us like she's Miss Goody Two-Shoes, but behind closed doors, she's filthy," Mason hissed, unable to contain his fury. "One day, I'll make her pay for deceiving me!"

Yvan couldn't remember how he left Mason's house that day. All he knew was that he'd drunk far too much alongside Mason, even envying him for being able to scream out all his feelings so freely.

But he couldn't do the same.

He couldn't admit that he was now in the same abyss as Mason, caught in a mad cycle of hating her and yet not being able to let her go.

Matilda was like poison in his veins, Yvan felt. He loathed her so much that he wished he could end her himself, and yet every time he saw her face, he knew he couldn't go through with it.

It was like she had become his Achilles' heel, a vulnerability that throbbed with pain at the slightest touch. To cut her out would mean bleeding out until he felt relief.