In My Desperate Time

It hurts.

With my hand red and swollen, I gasp in pain.

The plane clearly didn't shake just now, so...

The stewardess panics and keeps apologizing to me, "Sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't do it on purpose. It was because of the lady behind me who accidentally touched my hand that I slipped."

Hilda touches the stewardess?

Was that really an accident?

"It doesn't matter." I force a smile and say to the stewardess through the pain.

It's obviously not her fault. If I blame her, it'll definitely get her in trouble.

The stewardess looks at me gratefully and apologizes to me again before continuing to serve other passengers.

I turn to look at Hilda, who looks quite uninterested.

I can pretend to be ignorant of her identity, but that doesn't mean I can endure her harm to me at will again and again.

Now, without Frances around me, I have to learn how to protect myself.

go too far," I say to her

too far? I

at me as

to look at Frances and says softly, "Darling, I didn't touch the stewardess, but why did your ex-wife pin

she calls me, I feel a great deal of

between Frances and

me and he says coldly, "I know. You don't

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

that day, without having any

am clearly aware

back of my hand is burning, but

I hate myself.

hate that

hate that I can't forget

also hate that he only loves Hilda no matter

about to be a whiny and tragic woman because

also heard it. Frances didn't see me touch that stewardess. Even if you don't want

that I hate to see you together, but I'll never do such a ridiculous thing. You know it very well and

Hilda, wishing to expose her true face and have

I know now is