A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 264

What a woman who could see through the trivialities of this mundane world.

Yvan felt a pang in his chest, followed by a dull ache that spread like a rusty knife desperately twisting and grinding to split open his ribcage. What burst forth was his own wild possessiveness and rapacious desire.

He couldn't let the past blow away like dust in the wind; he needed Matilda to remember him for a lifetime, even if it was in hatred!

Later, as Matilda stepped down from the stage, Yvan searched for her in the crowd like a lost child searching against the tide, his heart racing, his blood running in reverse. In that moment, if he couldn't find her, she might step into a new life and sever all ties with him forever.

In the crowd, Matilda and Orson were sharing a light laugh. Yvan approached and grabbed her wrist.

With every word, the man bared his soul, "Matilda. Let's start over."

Matilda glanced at Yvan, her voice husky, "Mr. Boyd, there's no 'starting over' between us."

Struck by lightning, Yvan stood frozen in place, his expression one of agony, lost like a child.

She took Orson's arm and said to Yvan, "The men in this world who love me, they all try desperately to possess me. To hurt me. To make me suffer. To wish me dead. To turn me into a devil. But your love was different from theirs, starting from five years ago, the moment you married me, I knew. It wasn't your indifference that drove me mad; it was my deep love for you that turned me into a madwoman, unreachable, lost in the abyss. Yvan, it's not that you don't love me; it's that I loved too much."

Her words seemed weak, yet they cleaved through his soul like a knife.

Since she had loved too much, it was better to cut her losses and take the little love she had left to love herself.

Matilda gave Yvan a distant, estranged smile, "Mr. Boyd, let go."

In the world of adults, all deep love is a secret, and the one who falls in love first is always the one who suffers the most.

Take good care of your own heart, don't degrade yourself by clinging onto someone else, even if your soul is shattered. Stitch it up, let time heal.

Yvan felt that this moment was truly his dead end. No matter how many times her sharp words had wounded him before, none hit as hard as this.

Tears still lingered in Matilda's eyes, "There's no woman in this world who loves you more than I do, go out that door and see for yourself if you don't believe me! But remember, Yvan, this love that has nowhere to go, was rejected by your own hands."

Any words were now futile, ever since she uttered 'let bygones be bygones' on that stage. Yvan looked desperate and pained. What could he possibly use to salvage their love?

Matilda turned and took Orson's arm, her silhouette in his eyes like the sky collapsing, "Just go, I'm not holding onto you."