章 284: A husband's guilt

Feng Mei kept running, her feet pounding on the pavement frantic with the need to escape. She didn't look back, there was nothing to look back to, her safe place was not behind her, her safe place was nowhere.

People flickered around her, like image displays that barely registered in her mind as she raced past them spurred on by the blossoming pain in her chest.

Instinctively, her hand strayed to her belly, to reassure her that everything was fine, that everything was going to be alright.

'How can everything be alright if I'm running from something and running towards nothing?' 

The question flitted through her mind before being pushed aside by the urgent need to keep running, to keep moving, to go far away.

The muttered words swelled until it changed from passing comments to a single uproar that kept saying two words. 'gold-digging whore'