A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Matilda was practically dragged back to the Boyd residence. Yvan must have been wary of Logan catching the scene, so he called off his goons at the front door and then whispered in a hushed tone, “You better get your act together.”

He was threatening her.

Matilda’s face was ashen. As the door swung open, Logan caught sight of his mother outside, and his whole world seemed to freeze in shock. Tears streamed down his face as he ran to her. throwing himself into her arms, “Mommy! Why did it take you so long to come to see me?”

Matilda’s heart ached violently, her fingers trembling as she held Logan. “Mommy’s been…a bit tied up with things lately.”

Tied up? More like cozying up with some guy, right? Yvan scoffed silently, then entered the house. He watched the mother and son embrace with an indifferent gaze as if he were an outsider. “I’ll have a room prepared for you. From today onwards, you’ll stay here at the Boyd

estate.”

He made it sound nice, mindful of Logan’s presence. But the underlying message was clear: Matilda had just lost her freedom!

He really wanted to imprison her!

Matilda hugged Logan, trying not to let him see anything was wrong. The little boy looked up at his mother. “Mommy, you’re shaking.”

“It’s nothing, sweetheart. Mommy’s just so happy to see you…” Matilda stroked Logan’s face. “Have you been good these past few days?”

“I’ve been super good; I became the class chairman!”

Logan couldn’t wait to share his recent adventures with his mom, pulling Matilda upstairs. “Mommy, are you going to stay here and be with me?”

The innocence in the child’s eyes tore right through her.

It was late when the two of them emerged from the room. After tucking Logan in, Matilda opened the door to find Yvan standing outside.

His expression was cold, his features sharp. That face, which haunted her in her darkest dreams, always made her feel so powerless–such a pity for Yvan’s beautiful eyes.

What kind of ruthless heart was hiding behind that handsome facade?

“Your room is across the hall.” Yvan’s voice was icy. “Is Logan asleep?”

Matilda just nodded and started to walk away.

“Don’t even think about running away, Matilda. You’re going to have this baby whether you want to or not!”

Matilda clutched her stomach. At that moment, a reckless thought crossed her mind, “Yvan, the child is in my belly, yet you think you can control me?”

There was an unusual flicker of loss of control in Yvan’s eyes. “Matilda, how much do you not want this child?”NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“Anything to do with you makes me sick to my stomach!” Matilda hissed through clenched teeth, her patience at its end.

Yvan had confiscated all her means of communication. He was locking her up, trapping her once again!

Yvan dragged her into the room and slammed the door shut, gripping her chin tightly. “My patience is wearing thin. Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re pregnant!”

“Is that so?” Matilda’s laugh was laced with sarcasm. “If that’s the case, why don’t you let me get rid of it? Are you concerned, Yvan? Or could it be that you’ve fallen for me?”

Her mocking laughter was like needles in Yvan’s ears. He clenched her skin tightly, the pain eliciting a muffled groan from her. Yvan’s sneer deepened. “Matilda, you have no shame!”

Beneath him, Matilda trembled with the pain. He threw her off and left the room, locking the door from the outside. Panic set in as Matilda fell from the bed and started pounding on the door, “Yvan! You have no right to do this to me! What gives you the right to lock me up?”

But the sound of the lock clicking from the outside continued unabated. Matilda shouted, “You think Logan won’t find out? Let me out! What gives you the right?”