Fma Mei Chang Novels & Stories

"Diana, I felt bad about the miscarriage. I was planning to send Ella and Lucy away. "I didn't blame you for aborting our child without my permission. But you keep calling her a mistress. Don't you have any class? You want a divorce? Fine. Just don't come crying later." Regret? Please. "Chuck Fedor," I said, "you know damn well who cost me our child. Don't try to flip this on me." They were the ones who'd regret it. Chuck's company might've looked like it was all his, but I was the one behind the scenes—the real stakeholder. I held the power.

In this life, I no longer insisted on following Sam. Instead, I took the initiative to contact my university mentor and applied to a biological research center in Rotenberg. The day I received the acceptance notice from the Rotenberg Research Institute, a luxury convoy arrived. Sam, Isla, and the others left in grand fashion, driving away from the rundown slum. I watched them leave. After that, I also booked an international flight out of Latia. In two days, I would be leaving this place forever.