In My Desperate Time

“Why? I’m not going back.”

I reject his proposal firmly.

My heart still hurts when the scene comes to my mind that he rushed to save Whitney only but ignored my call.

The man standing in front of me just doesn’t care about me, no matter how intimate and happy he is in bed with me. How can a woman that only gives him sexual pleasure be as important as his one-in-a-million wife? I’m his nothing. It’s ridiculous that I thought he would save me at that time.

I feel like tens of thousands of ants are taking the bite of my heart, so painful that I could hardly breathe.

“I’m not here to ask your consent. It’s an order.” Frances says coldly, giving me an impatient look.

“Who are you to order me around? Why should I listen to you! Please get out if there’s nothing else. I don’t want your wife to see you in my room, or I’ll be dead.”

I point towards the door and ask him to leave.

I don’t want to be controlled by him anymore, neither my mood nor my freedom.

important to me, because Donny just told me

whether it’s for the prize or the cooperation with DS Company. Though my heart tells me that I really don’t want to part from him, I have to make a clean break

She has known it. Staying with Frances will

your good.” his tone softens a bit. But I don’t want to hear him at

For my good?

ever done anything for my

never dream that he would consider things for

you can’t control my life again. How can

me for a while, mocking, “You’re right. How can you escape from me? I’ll watch you be destroyed in my hands, little by

look in his eyes will

heart? Why you have to disturb

Whitney? All right! I’ll do it as

of the room, and the door

down on the bed, with holding tears streaming down on

The heart hurts.

fall in