In My Desperate Time

I am shocked when he lifts my dress to my chest.
No! He will see it!
The scar on my abdomen is exposed in front of him.
Frances’ gaze gets solemn as he stares at my lower abdomen.
He reaches out to it and gently strokes the scar.
After a long time, he says in a trembling voice, "Jane, what happened?"
I sneer.
Otherwise, I don't know how to respond.
I got the scar because of him, and now he asks me "what happened" with an innocent look.
It's probably the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life.
"Don't you know that there would be an ugly scar after a caesarean section?"
"Caesarean section? Who is the child's father? Tell me, whose child is it?"
Frances' gaze becomes fierce as he stares at me. His eyes turn red. I feel that he may devour me alive.
I kind of know why he was so cruel to the child.
Perhaps he thinks it's not his child.
There's nothing I can say to a man who doesn't trust me.
I won't admit that the child is his. He is unworthy of being the father of my dead child.
I want him to assume for the rest of his life that he is cuckolded. It would be best if he dies of fury!
"Whose child is it? Why should I tell you? Anyway, you know it's definitely not your child." I raise my head and smile at Frances.
But my heart is aching.

It will always cause my pain when I think of the child.
I will never forget it. And I will never forgive Frances.
The man suddenly lowers his head and grabs me by the neck.
"Jane, you know, sometimes I just want to strangle you to death."
He is very strong. And he presses on my neck harder than Whitney did last time.
It seems that he really wants to kill me.
It is ridiculous that two people who hate each other got married.
I close my eyes calmly as I can't be bothered to resist.
Anyway, our relationship won't end until we die. Perhaps it will end today if I am strangled by him.
Oxygen in my lungs is reducing, and I feel more and more difficult to breathe.
...
Just when I think I am going to die, Frances suddenly let go of my neck.
I breathe heavily, and it takes me a long time to recover.
"Where is the child? Where is the child?"
"It's in Prague. Where else can it be?"
I snort coldly.
The child was buried before I could see him for the last time. His face was bloodstained, so I didn't even know what he looked
like.
"Frances, what's your point of asking about it? You know what? Now I hate your guts."
Frances doesn't say anything else. He stares at me for a long time before walking out of my room.

After that night, Frances doesn't ask me to go to the company, nor does he come to my room.
He doesn't even talk to me.
Sabina feels strange.
And she keeps asking me what happened between us.
Every time, I just smile and don't explain.
We have so many stories of love, hatred, and enmity. Perhaps, I will never let go of them.
However, why do I feel more and more frustrated?
Frances hasn't returned home for days on end. Mindy is also idle, and she asks me to go shopping today.
After shopping, Mindy and I are having some food in a snack bar.
Suddenly, she stops and pointed outside.
"Jane, it's Frances! He entered the hotel with a woman!"
Author's Note: I want to make an apology for a mistake in the book. In the previous chapter, Jane was forced to have a
caesarean, so she must have an obvious scar on her abdomen. But I forgot about it when I wrote about Jane and Frances
sleeping together, which resulted in a mistake in the plot. I'm really sorry and have revised it. Also, I would like to thank the
readers for pointing it out. If there are any errors in the future chapters, please tell me. Thank you for your support.