In My Desperate Time

At some point, he added a dresser in his room, which is filled with cosmetics.

And, those are all the brands that I usually use.

The closet is filled with the newest collections, dresses, pants, suits, anything to think of. I don’t know if Frances picked these, but they are all my style.

From the moment I told him I wanted to marry him, only one hour has passed, he didn’t have the time to prepare all this.

Unless, he already knew that I am coming back. I suddenly understand what he means when he says, I am never going to get away from him.

I don’t know why Frances is doing all this, I don’t understand what he is thinking, I have never been able to guess, and now I don’t want to try anymore.

“Thank you.”

I show him my simple appreciation, and say to him while looking at this room, “But you have stored everything in your own room, later I will have to move it all to my own, that’s a lot of struggle.”

“Your room? We are married, why wouldn’t we stay in the same room?” Frances looks at me with raised brows. His lips are showing a slight smile.

I suddenly feel anxious.

decision I made under impulse, is

the same bed with someone I hate. I am afraid I

I can’t.

not ready yet. Can you give me some more time?” I say this in a very light voice, with the

that Frances won’t agree to my request. When I used to be his mistress, he has always only done what he liked, why will he

already being married, Frances

He says, and then he goes into the office room, and closes

as if I

He agrees?

look like something he

fortunate. I don’t have to live with Frances in the same room, this takes a lot

later, someone comes to help

has been half a year since

I left it. Not a single dust corn is to be seen, it seems someone

all my things, I close the door and lie down on the bed, tired. I take out the red

open it to the

am married to

think about before, is now reality, but I