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.

the decision I made under impulse,

me to sleep in the same bed with someone I hate. I

I can’t.

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

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

to sleep with me after already being

ask someone to move your things to your own room.” He says, and then he goes into the office room, and closes

as if I

He agrees?

doesn’t look like something he will

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

help me move my stuff into the room next

has been half a year since

it. Not a single dust corn is to be seen,

and lie down on the

the page with

am married

dared to think about before, is now reality, but I have no way to be happy