In My Desperate Time

Thirty- three years, what can I say?

I can only say that Frances Louis is good at math.

I am twenty-four years old this year. Thirty-three years later, I will be fifty-seven years old. Will all my youth be wasted on this man?

God knows how desperate I am to get away from this fate and live the life I want.

“No matter what, I can’t give up.”

“Four million, I will pay you off.”

I say to Frances Louis confirmedly.

His eyes fall on me and he stares at me for a while.

I don’t know what he is thinking, and I couldn't see through that look. The unreadable Frances Louis frightens me.

Frances Louis's phone rings in front of me, breaking the eerie silence.

He looks at the screen as if hesitating whether to answer it or not.

Whose call makes Frances Louis look like this?

I peep at it and see Whitney Jordan’s name.

makes

a woman should be psychologically tough to be a

I could not help saying, “Are you not answering your wife's call? Perhaps she has missed

then he taps on

“Hello.”

phone is large, plus the room is quiet,

my phone for

questioning with

was driving.” Frances

will you come to see

it sounds like flirting over the

ask, “Did

looks in my direction, and then says dryly, “Why do you

the antique store today, and I saw a woman using your black card. It is the employee at Song Group and her name is Jane Noyes.”

skips a beat and I am too nervous to

Song Group, so I gave it to Steven Song. Maybe he gave it to his employee. It's

Louis

But I feel uneasy.

expression becomes serious and he says in a grave voice, “Did you run into Whitney Jordan in the

store with Nicole Snow, and I was surprised to see her, too. But how did she know I was using your card? Aren't black cards all the same?”

is specially made by the bank. It has my