In My Desperate Time

Anyway, I won't believe Frances whatever he says.
Actually, he doesn't deserve my trust as well.
"Jane, can you please believe me!"
Frances shouts at me, trembling with anger.
I totally have no idea how could he be mad at me.
It's me who should be angry!
"Aren't you are resourceful? Then let Hamlin come alive. If Hamlin says that you didn't do it, I'll believe you."
Looking at Hamlin, who has already been a cold body lying on the ground, Frances says with a deep voice, "You are vexatious."
Yes.
I am vexatious.
I said so because I know that Hamlin won't come alive.
As I know that I won't believe Frances whatever he says.
Hamlin came and said that Frances hoped the bastard in my belly to die before. Those words have become my nightmare for
several months.
"I despise you, Frances. Since you dared to do so, why not just admit it? You just killed a kid. It's not a big deal for you. Why
can't you admit it?" I say it with a sneer.
"Then why can't you trust me? Jane, how on earth should I do to let you trust me?" Frances frowns and says.
"How? Let me see?" Tilting my head, I make a thoughtful look.
I slowly come closer to Frances and stop less than 2 centimeters away from him. I put my hand over his heart, asking in a low
voice, "Tell me. What is it on earth that you most care about?"
"You. It's you!" Frances blurts it out without thinking.

"Me? Hahaha, you're so funny, Frances."
I laugh so hard that makes tears come out.
His words are very ironic.
How come it's me that Frances cares about the most?
Who am I?!
I'm afraid that I am nothing to him.
I think I was really wrong.
I actually naively thought that I could find out Frances's weakness.
Maybe it's impossible to find out his weakness, even though I'm with him all my life.
It's just a waste of time to stay with him.
I can't kill him. I can't. And I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison for someone who isn't worth of that.
Perhaps, the best choice is to leave him.
I finally realize it at this moment.
I should leave before paying a painful price again.
"I'll figure out the death of our kid. Give me some time. All you need to do is to trust me." Frances looks at me and seriously says
so.
Believe him? How come?
It makes me disgusting to stay with him for one more day.
I can't help trying to kill him even in my dream.
Frances is a person who can kill his own kid. Why did he marry me on earth?

"Tell me, Frances. Why did you marry me? Could you please honestly answer me now?"
I had high expectations for him.
If I'm going to leave, I don't want to leave with the doubt at least.
"I've answered this question just now," says Frances lightly.
Answered?
What did he answer?
I don't want to think about it and have no mood to ask him again.
Let it go if he is unwilling to talk about.
"Let's get divorced, Frances."
I simply say so.