In My Desperate Time

“Frances.”

I call out gently, cannot help myself looking at him in pity.

There is always a saying that men only weep when deeply grieved.

I have never seen Frances being so vulnerable. He is crying now.

“Jane, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

He sobs as he mutters.

My heart aches to hear the hoarse voice.

It was not his fault in the first place, and I don’t blame him anymore on the matter.

Instead, I blame myself for choosing not to trust him.

“I don’t blame you anymore. It was Whitney’s fault, not yours.”

I gently speak as I run my hand through his hair.

His appearance is distressing.

“No, it’s my fault. I was so careless that I did not even know you were pregnant. Maybe all of these might not have happened if you hadn’t left me.”

His words are full of guilt.

However, there are not many things you could regret in life. I was the one who decided to leave him at that point.

It was also my decision not to tell him about the child.

of the day, it was me trying to have things my way, causing

been in pain for so long because of my child. I don’t want Frances to suffer

over. Let’s say nothing about

him softly and

looks up after a

not part of

stands up and approaches me, hugging

a little suffocated by the tight hug, but my heart feels

Frances. I am sure of

has cleared, I don’t want to leave his side again. I don’t mind whether he loves me or

after hugging me for some

tender and gentle that it melts my

tightly

kiss for the

stuns for some time and then deepens the

are off, his dense and soft kisses land on

can feel my body burn in

putting the heart and

by his gentle

heat dick presses on my body, and my whole body softens

Don’t continue

ask him, thinking

that I can,” Frances

huge dick throbs from the outside for

throbbing from the outside brings

I can’t get it

in