In My Desperate Time

At the party, surrounded by a group of annoying women, I feel uncomfortable.

When I come back to the present moment, Jane is already dancing with Lawrence.

Although I know Lawrence loves someone else, I get upset at the sight of such intimacy.

After the party ends, I give her a good punishment and finally feel a little better.

After returning from Santos, I receive an invitation to a show in Paris.

I'm not a fan of such an occasion.

Whitney is a famous designer. She attends galas like this with me every time.

Every minute with her is torture for me.

I've proposed a divorce several times, but Whitney never compromises. Every time it ends up with her threatening to kill herself.

I suddenly regret marrying Whitney back then.

If I hadn't done it with an indifferent attitude, I wouldn't have been stuck when Jane appeared.

If it weren't for Whitney, I would have married Jane and given her everything I have.

I tell Jane that I am going on a business trip for a week, and she says that so is she.

I don't ask any further and go straight to the airport.

In the VIP lounge, I see Whitney wearing sunglasses with a satisfied expression.

Seeing me enter, she takes off them and walks towards me.

The GUCCI haute couture outfit looks stunning on her. The surrounding men all look at her with affections.

I have to say that she is so lovey a creature, to the extent that any man will fall for her.

Even Lawrence, her brother in name, is no exception.

Unfortunately, I'm not among them.

I only have Jane in my heart. She used to be, is now, and will be my only love.

Whitney walks over and intimately holds my arm. Those men around instantly dim their eyes.

I frown and go to my seat. Looking at her smiling on the other side, I ask indifferently, "Whitney, what exactly do I need to do to get a divorce?"

The smile on her face freezes.

"Frances, why do you want to divorce me? What's wrong with me? You don't want to live with me and I let you move out. You don't want to sleep with me and I have never forced you to do so! We've been married for years, but how many times have we appeared together? I've done so much. Why are you so obsessed with that?"

She says to me emotionally, completely ignoring the crowd around her.

She's mentally ill, and I've always known that.

It is precisely because I know I'm part of the reason that I can't harden my heart to force her.

But now, I want to make Jane my wife, so I don't want to go on with the charade anymore.

"Whitney, I don't love you. You know it. A marriage without love can't last long." I say flatly.

"You didn't love me before! Why are you bringing up a divorce now? Are you in love with another woman? Is that Cindy Leigh?" Whitney gives a grimace of rage as she sneers, "Cindy was already disfigured by me. Are you still thinking about her? Let me tell you, Frances, I'll ruin any woman you get close to! I wonder who else is so bold to approach you!"

I know about Cindy.

To be exact, I'm responsible for Cindy's suffering.

At that time, Whitney kept a close eye on me. I was afraid that she would find out about Jane, so I used Cindy as a shield.

Cindy is really innocent, so I give her a large sum and ask her to go abroad.

"Go with your gut. I have no explanation for you. The divorce will go into effect automatically after two years' separation. It doesn't matter if you want to waste your time with me."

I say coldly, get up and walk towards the gate.

"I don't care who you love. In any case, I'm the only one who can be with you openly, right?" Whitney says proudly as she chases after me and grabs onto my arm again.

I frown and get on the plane without answering her.

Because the plane is late, and Whitney changes into formal clothes after getting off the plane, we are running out of time. We hurry straight for the show.

When we get there, I see a familiar figure from afar.

It is Jane. I don't know why she is here.

However, later I realize that this event is sponsored by the Songs. Given how much Jane means to Steven, it isn't surprising that she shows up.

problem is that Whitney

Jane that I'm married. If she knows, how will

been in such a

in my expression and whispers to me,

the main table,

over with

beside Jane, I take every breath mixed

get flustered so

only watch the show on the stage as if I

been discussing

they

the idea of saying it directly.

while she sits

suddenly comes from

think that

body stiffens at

mind today? When

at Jane, I

going to the

up and stumbles towards

and

she goes into the bathroom, my phone vibrates in

worry. I won't let your wife know our

mixed feelings about Jane's

think of herself as a shameful

I'm married because I'm afraid she

is that Whitney will go at her. Jane is

from the bathroom very quickly,

find it hard to accept the

in the mood for the rest

the lead to get up

and I have always shared a room in order

slept with her. The sofa makes

besties here will play cards all night, so

goes crazy again, talking about

I snatch the knife from her hand, I get

a wound on my

deep,

After that, Whitney leaves.

don't bandage the cut. Instead, I send a text message to Jane to

Unexpectedly, she replies, "No."

her anger is for

a threat that if she doesn't

reply for a

wait, so I

entering, she notices my wound. Sure enough, she knits her brow and goes to

she cares, I don't think she blames

as she finishes dressing the wound, she orders me to

"Alright, go now."

hear

she

her and pull

tired. Go to

not lying. I'm

Whitney wears me out. I feel a bit relaxed

arms, I sleep soundly

be back soon,

asleep

her when

on the sofa in my

in a much better mood and drags me to the

sees Jane and Steven, holding

I feel that Whitney harbors

casual and normal, I can vaguely

find another table. Perhaps we shouldn't share

say nonchalantly, "You shouldn't go extreme just because others don't

up and leaves the restaurant. Steven also leaves for something urgent, leaving only Jane and

what exactly do you

What do I want?

end, I only want to be with her. I never change my

"Nothing."

I reply.

tell me you're

questioning leaves

don't tell her, because I don't know how to put it in a way

will attract attention, so I stand up