In My Desperate Time

“Frances, are you crazy?”

I instantly jump up from the bed to pick up all the pieces of paper scattered on the floor.

I somehow still hold on to a hope that these pieces can be patched up with glue, but at the moment, I am having a hard time restoring the piece of paper to its original state. What can I do now?

“Return me another check now! I don’t care about anything now, I’ve given you this check but you have torn it into pieces like mad. Your actions doesn’t have anything to do with me.”

I am not in the wrong here, so I have no qualms voicing out my opinions.

Frances laughs imperceptibly as he sweeps away the pieces of the check while sitting by the bed.

“Where’s the evidence? You claimed that I have returned the money, but do you have proof? I have proofs that you are owing me money, and it’s all written in black and white together with the short memo. I have everything with me.”

This bastard!

I curse him silently before retorting vehemently, “Frances, it’s not like you are lacking financially, so why do you always want to pester me endlessly? Even if you don’t want to be with your wife anymore, you can always find a woman who is a thousand times better than me. Why do you have to bother with someone like who is divorced?”

I feel quite helpless in my heart. Frances is more difficult to get rid of than I have thought.

have any proof that I have returned him money, yet he is still holding on to the evidences that show me as owner of

amounting to

clearly, at my discretion, this game will never stop unless

words successfully plunge my heart into a

idea how I should make him get too tired

a letter from my lawyer coming into your

hair to the back of my ear. Goosebumps sweeps over my

seems like I have no other choice other than

I admit that you’re

I comment viciously.

carry the box along with me as I

lazily, “It’s so late now, I don’t want to continue this fiasco anymore. Let’s just sleep first. We will talk about

says that, he pats the empty space next to

has seemingly returned as he toys around with my hair. He says in a low voice, “You told me that today would be a special day. Are you

I answer honestly without raising

and more courageous as time goes on.” Frances’ tone suddenly

his tone right now, I can tell that he’s