In My Desperate Time

What she said makes sense.
It’s true that Frances doesn’t like others to arrange his life, since he is such a proud and arrogant person. Not to mention the big
event of life like marriage. Perhaps, his initial resistance to this marriage makes him ignore his feelings for Whitney.
In fact, Whitney can be viewed as a perfect woman without any flaw except the occasions when she goes mad. And her
madness is caused by her crazy love for Frances. She won’t lose her temper as long as Frances is with her.
I can’t find the reason why Frances doesn’t love her, such a good woman.
“If it is, you should go and talk to him about it. Telling me doesn’t help.” I say quietly.
I don’t want to get involved between them.
“He hates me, and he won’t listen to me. You can tell him that you don’t love him, you hate him. So he will know that I’m the one
who loves him best in the world. And finally he will come back to me.” she pleads with me, clutching my hands excitedly.
My eyebrows furrow together. Her words confuse me.
What an impressive idea! If I say to Frances that I don’t love him, then he will go back to her? Besides, how does she know that I
hate Frances?
“I’ve said thousands of times to him. And I don’t want to have any connections with him now. Please don’t make me feel
embarrassed.”
At the same time, I point towards the door, expecting her to leave.
She is probably driven desperate to turn to me for help? But I’m just an unimportant woman to him. What’s the point of counting
on me?
She gives me a long searching look and leaves reluctantly.
In the afternoon, Steven calls me and tells me that Frances and Whitney have divorced.
“It’s all you call me to tell?”
I reply calmly, but I couldn’t tell the mixed feelings in my heart.

“I feel I need to tell you about it. Whitney is so madly into Frances, so she must gonna do some crazy things. You should be
careful.”
“I’ve broken up with Frances. Even if she does, she shouldn’t come for me.”
I don’t tell Steven that Whitney came to me at noon. After all, she didn’t get me any trouble and I don’t want him to worry.
“Anyway, just be careful. If necessary, I will send several men to protect you around your living place.” he says worriedly.
“Don’t do that. I’m not the president of the country. There is no need to get so many men protecting me. I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” I
comfort him.
He keeps reminding me several times more before finally hanging up the phone.
And it turns out that Steven is true.
Whitney is such a mad dog that bites anyone when going crazy.
In the evening, I go to work at the bar. Disappointedly, Frances doesn’t come, and surprisingly, Whitney comes to the bar, looking
indignant and horrible.
She is followed by two big and tall men, and they walk directly towards me.
Customers in the bar are somewhat stunned and involuntarily give way to them.
The men sent by Steven for my security also sense that something is wrong here, so they walk over quickly.
“Bitch! I demeaned myself to beg for your help and you choose to stand by. I won’t make it possible for you to stay with Frances!”
She names me viciously, and then she takes a bottle of liquid out of her bag, splashing it towards my face.