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.

is that Whitney is also

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

never been in such

in my expression and whispers to me, "Go, let's

are only two empty seats at the

over with heavy

every breath mixed with

flustered

and only watch the show on the stage as if I don't know

been discussing something,

why are they

the idea of saying it directly. I can only

expression changes while she sits

voice suddenly comes from the

do you think that dress

body stiffens

her mind today?

Jane, I hear

going to the

gets up and stumbles

at her and see her bump into

into the bathroom, my phone vibrates in

worry. I won't let your wife know our

have mixed feelings about

she think of herself as

married because I'm

her. Jane is so unsophisticated that

from the bathroom very quickly, her

know that she must find it hard to

in the mood

lead to get up and go

and I have always shared a room in

never slept with her. The

cards all night,

goes crazy again,

I snatch the knife from her hand,

leaves a wound on my

deep,

After that, Whitney leaves.

a text message to Jane to ask

Unexpectedly, she replies, "No."

anger is

but to make a threat that if she doesn't come, I'll go

get no reply for

the long wait, so I just knock on

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

much she cares, I don't think she blames me for not telling

my surprise, as she finishes dressing the wound, she

"Alright, go now."

I hear her

can she say

her and

tired. Go

lying. I'm

with Whitney wears me out. I feel a bit relaxed only when I

her in my arms, I sleep

that Whitney will be back soon, I

fast asleep at

when

lie down on

and drags me to the restaurant on the

Jane and Steven, holding

feel that Whitney harbors a lot of hostility towards

seems casual and normal, I can

find another

"You shouldn't go extreme just because others don't agree with you. Perhaps, you two have something in

special meaning in it. Whitney stands up and leaves the restaurant. Steven also

what exactly do

What do I want?

to be with

"Nothing."

I reply.

tell me you're

leaves

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

attention, so