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 to her

far? I

at me as if

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

me, I feel a great

happened between Frances and

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

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

consumed with lust that day,

clearly aware

back of my hand is burning,

I hate myself.

hate that

can't forget him no matter what he

only loves Hilda no matter how

a whiny and

stewardess. Even if you don't want us to be with

a ridiculous thing. You know

to expose her true face and

I know now is not the