A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Yvan’s heart quaked as Matilda’s words struck him, but he had been there when Rachel was pushed. How could he have possibly mistaken the person? It was Matilda who had done it

“Cut the act, Matilda. If you had something to say, you should ve socken up five years ago!

“Did you ever give me a chance to speak?” Finally, Matilda’s laughter was laced with tears. “Of that’s right, you never believed a word I said. I’ve been your wife for five years, no better than a dog at your feet, and you’ve never spared me a glance, not even onel Yvan, you don’t love me. so why on earth did you marry me? How could you do this to me, to Rachel?”

“I only loved Rachel. I married you because you found your way into my bed!” Yvan couldn’t contain his anger any longer, his voice raising in accusation, it was you who climbed into my bed!”

“Is that what you think of me? Have you really forgotten everything? Matilda’s laugh broke, her body shaking. “There’s a saying that couldn’t be more true–Love and affection mean nothing!”

“Yvan, let’s just say everything I ever did for you was a joke. If I had a second chance, I would never choose to meet you! Yvan, I only hope that one day you will realize your mistake,” She cursed inwardly, her regret overwhelming!

“I’m not afraid of how you treat me; I’m afraid that one day you’ll regresit yourself.”

With that, Matilda pointed at the door of the hospital room and shouted at Yvan, “Get out!”

The hatred in her eyes was evident. She claimed to be over it, claimed it didn’t matter, but the truth was, her hate ran so deep that forgiving or not forgiving seemed inconsequential–she had strangled all her love and hope for him the moment he had sent her to jail five years ago.

“Yvan, I don’t seek redemption. I only wish to curse you; may you never find love in this life!” She prayed silently.

Her laughter rang out, attracting a nurse who rushed in, only to be thrown to the floor by a trembling Matilda.

The nurse’s scream brought a crowd running, some even shouting.

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“Patient in room V02 is having an episode!”

“Hurry! We need medical staff and security up here!”

“Don’t touch me! Get out! All of you!”

Matilda flung anything she could get her hands on at anyone who approached–cups, vases, chairs– anything to hurt others, to protect herself.

She cried and laughed at the same time, “Get out! All of you, get out!”

Yvan yelled, “Matilda! You’ve lost your mind!”

His words stabbed her like a sword, pain radiating from her chest to every corner of her body and every strand of hair, suffocating her breath

In her madness, her eyes bloodshot, she suddenly knelt before Yvan, her forehead hitting the floor hard.

“Yvan, please let me go. I’m begging you… please! I’ve been locked up for five years; i’m nothing now! Look at me, Yvan, just look at what I’ve become!

A wave of indescribable pain spread from his heart, and Yvan trembled, staring at the woman before him.

Five years ago, she was the proud and arrogant heiress of the Thompson family now, she was a deranged ex–convict.

He shivered, his handsome face twisted in soul–deep agony. “Matica, what what’s happened to you?”

He thought of the scars crisscrossing Matilda’s right hand–how desperate must a person be to mutilate their most precious hand?

Matilda was a designer who cherished her hands, above all else, her pra and her dignn But this same woman had chosen to destroy her most important hand–what kind of overwhere despair must she have gone through to end up like this?

Everyone was shocked.

Why had Matilda become like this–so fragile, so sensitive, so mad? What had she endured in prison?

Five years, who had reduced her to this state?

Yvan suddenly didn’t dare to seek the answer. He feared it was himself. Was he the monster’s

creator?

No, it couldn’t be. Matilda loved herself too much; how could she…

Professional medical staff rushed in, restraining Matilda as security maintained order. Injured staff were helped up, and the room was a cacophony of noise and gawking faces.

Yvan was pushed aside as he watched Matilda being pinned to the bed, a sedative needle piercing her arm. Her eyes dilated, her lids closed, and she slipped into unconsciousness again.