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

never tell Jane that I'm married. If she knows, how will I explain

in such a

change in my expression and whispers to me,

seats at the

walk over with

beside Jane, I take every breath

flustered

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

and Steven have been discussing something, and I

are they getting closer

I baulk at the idea of saying it

expression changes while she

suddenly comes from

do you think

entire body stiffens

mind today? When Jane is present, Whitney actually calls me

look at Jane, I hear

I'm going to the

and

her and see her bump

she goes into the bathroom,

I won't let your wife

have mixed feelings about Jane's

herself as a

that I'm married

Jane

comes back from the bathroom very quickly,

find it

mood for the rest

it ends, Jane takes the lead

always shared a room in order to deceive

never slept with her. The sofa makes

besties here will play cards all

goes crazy again, talking about committing

snatch the knife from her hand,

leaves a wound on

not deep,

After that, Whitney leaves.

text message to Jane

Unexpectedly, she replies, "No."

her anger is for

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

reply

wait, so I

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

much she cares, I don't think she blames

as she finishes dressing the wound, she orders me to

"Alright, go now."

I hear

can she say

to hear her and pull her into my

very tired.

lying.

out. I feel a bit relaxed only when

in my arms, I sleep

be back soon,

is fast asleep at

kissing her when

down on the sofa in my

better mood and drags me to

Steven, holding my hand, she heads

feel that Whitney harbors a lot

the way they chat seems casual and normal, I can

"Darling, let's find another table. Perhaps we shouldn't share a table with someone not

"You shouldn't go extreme just because others

simple comment. There is no special meaning in it. Whitney stands up and

exactly do you want?"

What do I want?

want to

"Nothing."

I reply.

don't you tell me

leaves me

to put it in a way that prevents

the quarrel will attract attention, so I stand up and