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.”

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, that is why

I don’t know what your motives are, you really don’t have to do it because I hate you to the

his

have the right to get

I want you to die. Die in front of me if you have the guts to. Otherwise, don’t bother me again!” After saying coldly

Frances says in certainty, “Jane,

I’m back, I

apply for leave from work that day. I change my clothes and head to the city center for

café for a cup of coffee and run into Whitney but she doesn’t see me. She is struggling with a child in a pram. The child is throwing a tantrum and Whitney is

rings, and

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

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

she bear to slap a baby who is her flesh and blood?! I