A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 50

Willow was taken aback by Matilda’s retort and found herself momentarily speechless, scrambling for a comeback.

It took her a while to collect her thoughts. “You… what’s with that attitude? Without my family’s help, you think you could slip through Yvan’s fingers? Not a chance!”

“Oh, but I don’t have to listen to you,” Matilda replied with a scoff, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest. “I’ve always been on my own, never leaning on anyone else!”

Matilda’s words struck a chord in Willow, and when she saw the cold smirk on Matilda’s face, it shook her to the core. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Even with that icy smile, Matilda was stunning–a woman whose allure once set the hearts of Sea City’s men ablaze. But after marrying Yvan, she had fallen from her pedestal like a shooting star, her radiance dimmed.

“I find you quite amusing,” Matilda said. “If you’re so set on chasing after Yvan, be my guest. What do I have to do with it? Or are you actually afraid of me deep down, feeling inferior, and that’s why you concocted this scheme to manipulate me?”

Willow was at a loss for words, recoiling as if struck, muttering, “Nonsense! What do I lack. compared to you? Just don’t come crying to me when your studio is blacklisted by Yvan!”

“No matter who I cry to,” Matilda said with a narrowed smile, “I won’t shed a tear in front of your lot.”

Fuming. Willow’s pretty face turned a shade of angry red. “Matilda, stop acting so high and mighty! When Yvan’s done with you, you won’t know how miserable you really are!”

“True,” Matilda conceded with a self–deprecating laugh. “When he didn’t want me, I was less than a dog. Willow, make sure you don’t follow in my footsteps.”

Once upon a time, Matilda had thrown caution to the wind in pursuit of Yvan, even offering her family’s influence in exchange for marriage. In the end, it was all for naught–an empty dream. When she awoke, she was alone, with nothing but the prison walls to greet her:

“You… cut the act!” Willow stammered, shaking with anger. “Alright, since you’re so capable, I can’t wait to see how long you last!”

Matilda remained silent, her gaze lowered.

Suddenly, Willow chuckled. “Oh, right, I visited Yvan’s house the other day and saw his son.”

At the mention of the word ‘son,‘ Matilda snapped her head up, her eyes flashing dangerously, the pain in her voice unmistakable. “You saw him?! Yvan, oh Yvan, you demand that I maintain the image of a good mother, yet you bring home every Tom, Dick, and Harry! How disappointed Logan must be if he saw that!”

Willow seemed to relish seeing Matilda lose her composure, smirking triumphantly. “Yeah, the

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boy looks to be about five or six. Poor you. After loving Yvan for so long, his kid is already that big. Hahaha, when you were in jail, for all you know, they were living it up as a happy family of three!”

Willow was clearly unaware that Logan was Matilda’s child, only knowing that Yvan had a son out of wedlock.

But even as an illegitimate child, as Yvan’s son, nobody dared to look down on him.

Matilda clenched her fists tightly, struggling to keep her composure and her voice from sounding too frantic–but it was all in vain. Matilda could be tough as nails, impervious to physical pain, but when it came to matters involving Logan, she lost all control.