Chapter 121


    Matilda paced down the narrow corridor, her steps quickening with each heartbeat until they


    crescendoed into a full–on sprint. She burst from the loud, metallic building. Its walls throbbing with


    electronic beats, Into the all–consuming embrace of the night.


    In the solitude of the darkness, she seemed determined to exhaust every ounce of energy, running


    towards its unseen end. Irony swirled around her, and she let out augh–a frantic. wild cackle. She


    could hear footsteps behind her, a man in pursuit, his hand reaching out to grab her.


    Matilda didn’t look back.


    But his voice clung to her like sharp needles piercing her skin, sending a prickling sensation. that


    suddenly enveloped her entire body.


    She turned, her patience shattered, and her palm met Yvan’s cheek with a resounding smack.


    What a ridiculous man, she mused.


    With a smirk. Matilda withdrew her icy hand and prodded Yvan’s chest–a gesture that struck him like a


    sledgehammer, shattering his ribs and making his heart bleed with every tick.


    Cutting off his attempts at reconciliation, she dissected his defenses with her words–words that were as


    much a weapon as any de.


    “Any old grievances between us are far from settled, Yvan. Spare me the reminiscences of past.


    affections,” she said. “Henceforth, Yvan, let our love be a jest–heard and then forgotten.”


    At that moment, Yvan felt a pain more acute than a thousand arrows could inflict.


    Matilda hailed a cab with a swift gesture and slid into its backseat. She may have been soaked in


    spilled beer, her pride seemingly drenched before the crowd, but as she stood, her chin lifted with the


    same haughty grace she possessed five years prior, reducing everyone to a mere wisp of faint derision


    in her gaze.


    The taxi sped away as if chased by demons, and Yvan, reaching out with an empty palm. realized he


    once held her wrist in that very hand. Now, there was nothing but air.


    It wasn’t supposed to be this way. The Matilda he knew wouldn’t look at him with such indifference,


    such mocking disdain, as if nothing remained between them.


    When the realization dawned on him, a bitterugh escaped his lips. What had they really shared?


    How many times must her love–a love so fervent and unyielding–have been wounded and ravaged to


    transform into the cold, resistant shell she presented today?


    Feeling a loss so profound, Yvan paled as it surged towards him with relentless force. He looked up at


    the empty street, the night breeze carrying away a sigh into the darker corners of the sleepless city.


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    Chapter 121


    Matilda sat in the back of the taxi, her silhouette intermittently illuminated by streetlights passing by–


    shes that made her presence seem fleeting and intangible.


    Her fingers clenched tightly, trembling, yet her gaze burned with an intensity that could light up the


    darkest of nights. It was as if she was offering a final, zing glimpse into a world that she was about


    to set ame.


    “Yvan, you took advantage of my love. From now on, if love won’t suffice, then hate will take its ce.


    And if I cannot hate, then I shall perish!”


    Such is the world–who ever dreams of a happy ending?