In My Desperate Time

When he mentions this, I realize that I almost forget about this matter.

Furthermore, I always feel that Frances was joking in the past. How can this be real?

“Mr. Louis, that was a joke, why take it for real?” I smile but feel bitter within me.

Frances always does things according to his own will and never asks if I am willing to. But doesn’t he think that it is a huge joke to marry me?

“I’m very serious.” The man says solemnly.

“Serious?” I scoff and look at Frances, “Then what are you doing now? Are you proposing or forcing me? You don’t even know the size of my finger. How serious can you be?”

I shake the ring on my finger and hang my hand downwards. The ring starts to slide down my finger and falls once again onto the ground. Except for this time, it rolls towards a nearby trashcan.

In my eyes, this ring is no different from the trash.

“You’ve lost weight.”

Frances looks at me shows his heartache for me. Of course, I lost weight. I have always been slim and after losing 5 kg, I’m practically all skin and bones. And this man in front of me is the cause of all my weight loss. It is he who ruthlessly killed my child,

you really don’t have to do it because I hate you to the bone. Even in death, I will never

raises his voice and

he have the

you have the

in certainty, “Jane, you

I’m back, I

day my mood remains very poor. I apply for leave from work that day. I change my clothes and head to the city center for some

go to a café for a cup of coffee and run into Whitney but she doesn’t see me. She is struggling with

while, her cell phone rings, and she sits down to

even my heart is aching for the child. Perhaps it is because I lost a child and

call and looks at the child in anger. She stretches out her hand

way? How can she bear to slap a baby who is her flesh and blood?! I can’t become a mother even if I want to and Whitney does not even cherish her child.