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

too far? I don't know what

me as if she

didn't touch the stewardess, but why did your ex-wife pin that on

calls me, I feel a

of what happened between Frances and

me and he says coldly, "I know.

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

just consumed with lust that day, without

I am clearly aware

back of my hand is burning, but my heart hurts

I hate myself.

that

can't forget him

Hilda no matter how

to be a

at 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

I hate to see you together, but I'll never do such a ridiculous thing. You know it very well and I don't need to

Hilda, wishing to expose her true face and have Frances

know now is