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,"

Don't go too far? I don't know what you're

at me as if she

and says softly, "Darling, I didn't touch

she calls me, I feel a

of what happened between Frances and me that day, my

range over me and he says coldly, "I know. You

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

with lust that day, without having any

clearly

is burning, but my heart

I hate myself.

hate that

that I can't forget

he only loves Hilda no matter how much

I'm about to be a whiny and tragic woman because

me touch that stewardess. Even if you

a ridiculous thing. You

at Hilda, wishing to expose her true face and

now is not the