The Wife Who Buried Our Child

n the air betwe

belief, then anger. "A divo

me,"

ut that door, and you have nothing! The house is mine. The cars ar

here I create the formulas that make your family's company mil

hout my family, you'd still be a nobody, mix

epped forward, putting a proprietary ar

condescension. "You're a leech. A soft rice man, a

anking her for the oppor

u? The brave hero swooping in to save the

el," Mark said, puffing out his chest. "I have new technology

ng with my anger. "Let me guess. A revolutio

lightly. Mark's smirk

ou know?"

e one I've been working on for the last two years

hts at the lab? All those family dinners I missed? I was working on Projec

he couldn't. Her sile

void of any emotion. "A means to an end. Your brain was useful.

ow the stabilization sequence for the molecular matrix? Does he kn

about. He was a businessman, not a scientist. He was just

crossed her face. "The research is company property. You

e you're wro

had taken my daughter and my work, and I felt a surge of cold, clear pur

to find out how

ile, my first in a long time, touched my

ld and closed the door behind me, the

't loo

pulled out my phone. I scrolled through my contacts and found the name: "Alex Chen -

d on the s

s everyth

my voice even. "The patent application for Project

t's your work," h

nge the owner of the paten

wh

n the dark sky. I thought of my little girl, my b

my voice thick with emotion but firm w

se on the other

x started, his

that family... they don't deserve her. They

rst thing in the morning,"

" I said, a

, a plan forming in my mind. A p