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

Don't go too far? I

as

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

calls me, I feel a great deal of

what happened between Frances and me that day, my mind

"I know. You don't have to

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

just consumed with lust that day, without having any

clearly aware

back of my hand is burning, but my heart hurts much

I hate myself.

that I

forget him no

loves Hilda no matter how much I

to be a whiny and tragic woman

me touch that stewardess. Even if you don't want

but I'll never do such a ridiculous thing. You know it very well and I don't need to say anything

wishing to expose her true face and have

know now is not the