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.

that Whitney is

I'm married. If she

never been in such

the change in my expression and whispers to me,

at the

walk over with heavy

beside Jane, I take every breath mixed with her

flustered so

watch the show on the

have been discussing

they getting

of

changes while she sits motionless, watching

voice suddenly comes

do you think

entire body stiffens

her mind today? When Jane is present,

at Jane, I hear

I'm going to

and

over at her and see her

bathroom, my phone vibrates

let your wife know

have mixed feelings

herself as a

married because I'm

Whitney will go at her. Jane is so unsophisticated that she might mistake

from the bathroom very quickly, her entire

know that she must find it

not in the mood for the

Jane takes the lead to get

a

with her. The sofa

and her besties here will play cards all night, so she will

she goes crazy again, talking about

snatch the knife from her hand, I get

wound on my

not deep,

After that, Whitney leaves.

to Jane to ask her to come over. Perhaps, this can earn me

Unexpectedly, she replies, "No."

anger is

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

get no reply for a

long wait, so I just

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

she

as she finishes dressing the wound,

"Alright, go now."

hear her

can she

to hear her and

tired.

not lying.

Whitney wears me out. I feel a bit relaxed

her in my arms,

Whitney will be back soon, I leave

is fast asleep at

when I

lie down on the sofa in my room,

seems to be in a much better mood and drags me to the restaurant on the

Steven, holding my hand, she heads

feel that Whitney harbors a lot of hostility towards Jane

they chat seems casual and normal, I can vaguely smell

turns to me and says, "Darling, let's find another table. Perhaps we shouldn't share a table with someone not on the

I say nonchalantly, "You shouldn't go extreme just because others don't agree with you. Perhaps, you

Whitney stands up and

do you want?"

What do I want?

to

"Nothing."

I reply.

don't you tell me

leaves me

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

afraid that the quarrel will attract attention, so I stand