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.

too far," I say

go too far? I don't

as if she

says softly, "Darling, I didn't touch the stewardess, but why did your ex-wife

me, I feel a great deal

between Frances and me

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

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

with lust that day,

I am clearly

my hand is burning, but

I hate myself.

that I love

forget him no

Hilda no matter how much

like I'm about to be a whiny

me and says softly, "You also heard it. Frances didn't see me touch that stewardess. Even if you don't want us to be with

you together, but I'll never do such a ridiculous

her true face and have Frances

I know now