In My Desperate Time

After returning home, I close the door and send a message to Steven in secret.
“You keep on saying that you'll help me look into my parent's accident, but there's no result yet?”
Steven quickly replies my message.
“Let's meet and talk about it. You also have something to tell me too, right?”
After thinking, I did say that I'll tell him why I married Frances before. In the end, I haven't tell him about it until now.
I put my phone on the side after replying a yes to Steven.
There's a knock on the door. It's not from the entrance, but from the bathroom.
Obviously, it must be Frances.
It's just that I'm not used to him knocking the door!
I curl my lips and tell him to enter the room.
Frances opens the bathroom door and enters the room. He goes straight to the bedside and hugs me.
I'm so surprised, my body becomes stiff too.
As long as Frances gets closer to me, I just can't control my body and feelings.
“What are you doing, Frances?!”
I'm struggling to push him away.
But regardless of how many times I try to do so, it's futile.
“Jane, sorry. I know you love children, but I am sorry I made you lose the child. Let's have a child to make up for your sorrows.”
I raise my head and see him staring at me sincerely.
But I truly feel ridiculed. Is it even possible to make up the sorrow of losing my child?
Ruining that child means that he ruins me too.

While I'm thinking, Frances kisses me
His tongue pries open my lips, lingering between my lips and teeth.
He also hugs my body so tightly.
He makes my body feel so painful and my heart hurts even more.
His touch makes me feel disgusted.
I grit my teeth and bite him harshly.
Frances lets me go because of the pain. I look at his lips and there's fresh blood dripping down.
Even the flesh of his lips can be seen.
I bite as harsh as the amount of hatred in my heart.
I really don't want to be afraid to speak out to Frances at all!
“Jane, are you crazy?!” he speaks to me with his stern voice.
I sneer and coldly say, “Frances, don't touch me! From your head to your toe, you make me feel disgusted!”
“Disgusted? Disgusted but you still let me fuck you for so many times! You're my wife now, what's wrong with giving birth to my
child? Or are you saying that you just want to have other people's child?!”
He glares at me with anger again.
But the more he's angry, the happier I'll be.
I raise my head and emphasize every word that I say, “Frances, can you not talk about children in front of me? You don't deserve
to!”
I really don't know why he has the nerve to keep mentioning children in front of me.
Since he doesn't care about that child at all, why should I give birth to another one? Isn't it ironic?
“Jane, why are you so emotional every time we talk about children? What in the world happened?!”

Frances stops and sits while looking at me. He looks very puzzled.
“Frances, you killed our child! Do you know how much I hate you?! I really want you to die!” I scream as my tears fall down.
Sad.
I'm so sad that each of my breath feels like it's killing me.
“Our... child?” Frances stares at me blankly, he looks even more puzzled than before.
“You're saying that the child you gave birth to... Was our child?”
He's so good at pretending!
If I didn't hear what Hamlin said before, I would think that Frances' expression is real right now.
I sneer and glare at him as I say, “Frances, can you stop pretending already?! You make me feel more disgusted!”
“Child, our child.”
To my surprise, Frances actually looks happy.
I even see happy tears flickering in his eyes.
I'm in a daze as I start to wonder whether the person in front of me is really Frances or not.
“Tell me, where's our child now? Where is he?”
He holds my shoulders in excitement. He's even very cautious when making expressions as he talks.
He makes me feel really disgusted.
“Enough, Frances. You already killed our child! You sent Hamlin to Prague to end our child's life and now you're still acting in
front of me... You really think that I'm a fool?!”