A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

“Obsessed, you say?” Yvan shot back at her with an incredulous look. “Seems to me you’re the one knocking on my door. How does that turn into me being obsessed? Matilda, you really shouldn’t have barged into my life. But here you are, dragging our son into this mess, forcing me to question what you’re really after…”

“Yvan, are you even human?” Matilda’s voice broke through the air, raw with emotion. “Logan is my son, your son too! Any decent person wouldn’t doubt their own flesh and blood! How can you be so cruel? Don’t you care if Logan gets hurt?” Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Yvan stiffened, his gaze drifting to the little boy in Matilda’s arms.

As Logan looked up, his eyes brimming with disappointment, he asked softly, “Mr. Boyd, do you really think Mommy is using me to get your attention?”

Speechless, Yvan could only stare at him with those deep, penetrating eyes. It took a moment before he could muster a reply. “Logan, there are things between adults you just wouldn’t understand.”

“Yeah, I guess I don’t.” Logan, steadying his trembling mother, stepped forward to meet Yvan’s gaze. “What do you see my mom as, Mr. Boyd? If she wanted attention, she could’ve used me as leverage against you five years ago when I was born. But instead, she hid me away from you. Can’t you see what that means?”

See what? That deep down Matilda loathed him so much she’d rather be worlds apart?

Yvan couldn’t bear to face that truth, twisting her intentions to suit his narrative instead..

Matilda smoothed Logan’s hair and whispered, “It’s okay, Logan. Mommy’s fine.”

Her voice was shaky, her eyes on the verge of tears, yet she insisted she was alright. The proud Matilda from five years ago would never show such despair.

This was all thanks to Yvan!

The man’s pupils contracted imperceptibly, his mask of inscrutability barely faltering as he offered a cold, harsh laugh.

Matilda should have realized long ago that this man was heartless. Had she understood sooner, she would never have fallen for such a cold–blooded man, no matter how perfect he seemed. She wouldn’t dare let herself be caught in his trap again.

Some lessons come too late, the price paid far too dear. Once bitten, twice shy, and when it came to Yvan, Matilda treated him like the plague.

With a calm, dismissive smile, she pushed Logan gently into Yvan’s arms.

Taken aback, Yvan looked up at her, only to find her eyes blazing with a fury that seemed to peak; her tone, however, was nonchalant to the extreme. “Fine, you win. I’ll vanish from your life; how about that?”

Yvan’s heart skipped a beat, words failing him as Matilda turned and walked away. He had always given her his back, and now she repaid him in kind.

As Logan watched Matilda leave, his eyes reddened, his lips quivering before he managed to whisper, “Mommy…”

Matilda flinched but did not turn back.

Against the light, her resolute silhouette split Yvan’s vision. At that moment, a sharp pain pierced his chest.

Wasn’t this the outcome he wanted? He got his son and shook off her chains. Shouldn’t he be…

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