I never expected it, but despite my efforts to avoid it, the Menzies still wouldn’t let me go.
The woman in front of me, impeccably made up and dressed in elegance, stirred her coffee slowly, her eyes fixed on me with a look of utter disdain.
“Name your price, Ms. Dawson. Tell me, to leave my son?” she
“W much will it take for you said with a cold, measured tone.
“Mrs. Menzie, if I recall correctly, I’ve already broken up with your son. I’m not sure what more you want from me,” I replied, keeping my voice calm as I studied her. She seemed to think she was above everyone else, her gaze full of disdain.
There she was, Diana Menzie–Ryan‘
confronted me once before.
mother. This wasn’t our first meeting. She had
“You’re the one who’s been hanging around Ryan shamelessly? Let me make this clear- Miranda is the one we’ve chosen as Ryan’s wife. Her mother saved his life,” she had sneered at me back then.
Back then, I loved Ryan so deeply that I hadn’t even considered Diana’s threats seriously. But now, reflecting on it all, I realize just how wrong I was. It was the biggest mistake of my life.
If only I had walked away from Ryan sooner, I wouldn’t have ended up with broken fingers that destroyed my dream of playing the piano.
The Menzies were powerful in Soviana, their influence stretching so far it felt like they could control everything.
So when Ryan crushed my fingers, trying to seek help was pointless. No one would have cared.
Diana took a sip of her coffee and continued, outlining her demands, “That isn’t enough. Miranda doesn’t want to see you anymore. So I’m asking you to leave Soviana–go as far as you can.”
It was laughable. Just a single sentence from Miranda, saying she didn’t want to see me, and Diana was forcing me to leave the city I’d lived in for so long.
In the end, I agreed.
But my condition was clear: Diana would provide me with the best medical care and treat my hands.
I knew that even if I refused to leave, Diana had many ways to make me comply.
Why bother resisting? It was easier to just give in
Three days later, I packed my bags and boarded a plane, leaving Soviana behind.
During this time, I worked hard to rehabilitate my hands, following the doctors‘ instructions
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