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

Don't go too far? I don't

at me as if she

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

how she calls me, I feel a

the thought of what happened between Frances and me that day, my mind

eyes range over me and he says coldly, "I know. You don't have to argue with someone

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

with lust that day, without having any feelings for

clearly aware of

of my hand is burning, but

I hate myself.

that I love

can't forget him

Hilda no matter how much I love

a whiny and tragic woman because

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 each other, you'd better not do something childish like

a

Hilda, wishing to expose her true face and have

now is