In My Desperate Time

I don't know why, but I look at Whitney and suddenly start to worry about her.

Even though I know that I shouldn't have such worries.

I should hate her, shouldn't I?

To me, being soft-hearted is definitely not a good thing.

"What do you plan to do with her?" I ask.

"Actually, you already know, don't you?"

He's right, I do know. Once, I was almost raped. I understand the malicious gazes of those men.

Such a thing to a woman is undoubtedly fatal.

I wanted to stop Frances from doing this, but thinking of the child who dies tragically at the hands of Whitney, I nod.

"Yes."

to take out the cloth from

I'll die for this. Can you let me go? Please, I don't want to be ruined by them. I only love you. For the sake of that we used to be husband and wife, please let me go. I

are filled with

is her

the last ray of

enough to pay for what you've done. Killing you is a one-off solution. It's easier for you. Rather than doing this, I might as well do something that will make you painful for

is cold, and his eyes are filled with

time that I've truly realized how terrifying he

who panics others

ground dejectedly, her eyes filled with fear. She shakes her head, hoping that Frances would change his

heart is

If it weren't for you, Frances wouldn't have divorced me, and we wouldn't have become like this. I hate you. I hate you! I

feel I've been covered with goose bumps because of what

help but take two steps

I'm here. You'll be fine. In this world,