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

I'm married. If she knows, how will I explain

in such a

my expression and whispers to

at the main table, right

over with

take every breath

flustered so

to her and only watch the show on the

have been

are they getting closer

at the idea of saying it directly. I can only rub

she sits motionless,

voice suddenly

do you think that dress

entire body stiffens at

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

look at Jane, I hear Steven asking, "Jane,

going to

gets up and stumbles

glance over at her and see her

goes into the bathroom, my phone vibrates

I won't let your wife

have mixed feelings about

think of herself as a shameful

married because I'm afraid

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

from the bathroom very quickly,

that she must find it hard to

in the mood for

the lead

and I have always shared a room in order to deceive the

her.

play cards all night, so she will not come

crazy

knife from her hand, I

wound

not deep, but it

After that, Whitney leaves.

Jane to ask

Unexpectedly, she replies, "No."

her anger is for

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

no reply for a

can't stand the long wait, so I just knock

enough, she knits her brow and goes to a pharmacy for gauze

cares, I don't think she blames me for

she finishes dressing the wound, she orders

"Alright, go now."

hear

can she say

her and pull her into my

very tired. Go

lying. I'm

with Whitney wears me out. I feel a

arms,

Whitney will be back soon,

is fast asleep

her when I see

lie down on

to be in a much better mood and

holding my hand, she heads

Whitney harbors a lot of hostility towards

chat seems casual and normal, I can vaguely

find another table. Perhaps we shouldn't share

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

it. Whitney stands up and leaves the restaurant. Steven also leaves

exactly do you

What do I want?

to be

"Nothing."

I reply.

tell me

questioning leaves me

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

afraid that the quarrel will attract attention, so I stand up and