In My Desperate Time

After practicing for two hours, my arms ache with tiredness. I can't even lift them up.
So, Frances has to carry Earl in his arms all the way.
Night in bed, with sore arms, I twist and turn, unable to sleep.
"I told you not to do it, but you don't listen to me. Well, are you happy now?"
He glares at me helplessly, and then he comes over and gently massages the aching muscles on my arms.
Looking at his bonny face, I feel rather warm in my heart.
The man in front of me is almost flawless.
I can't even think of a reason to leave him. How can I give up him?
"By the way, did you ask old Mr. Louis why he insists we have to divorce? I have a feeling that there is a secret behind it. I know
he doesn't hate me like he says when he pushed me away."
This matter just fills me with wonder.
He stops his movements and frowns, "There are too many things going on in the company today. I haven't had time to ask. I'll go
now."
As he says, he gets out of bed and goes downstairs with the ointment for burns and scalds.
I lie in bed, feeling uncommonly nervous.
What can it be?
Very soon, Frances comes back.
His expression and the still-sealed ointment tell everything.
"Did he say anything?"
"He locked the door up and didn't let me. All he said to me was..."
"What is it?" I can't wait.

"Every decision he makes is for the best."
Frances stares at me and says word by word.
What does this mean?
Even Frances can't know. What exactly is Mr. Louis hiding from us?
I am eager to know, but there's nothing I can do if he doesn't tell us. I have to continue to avoid him.
But today, I don't want to go to Frances’ company .
Earl needs a lot at the beginning of a new season. Seasonal purchases are urgently needed.
Frances is too busy. I want to go with my girl, Mindy, but this woman has gone to Dubai with David. So, Earl becomes my only
company.
The spoils of shopping are too much for me to take home alone, so I call Frances for help.
"Wait for a while. I'll pick you up after work."
Frances replies.
Then I ask the shop assistant to help pack everything up and wait for him.
While waiting, Earl poops and cries nonstop. So, I have to take him to the bathroom to change his diapers.
After we walk out and past a café, a middle-aged woman sitting outside rivets my gaze.
To be exact, I'm attracted by the ring on her hand.
Isn't it the ring that Frances gave me when he proposed?
Why does this woman wear it now?
This ring is unique and there can't be another one in the world. I look at it every day, so I won't be wrong with it.
The ring is missed at home. How does it end up on this woman's hand?

I rush into the café with Earl in my arms and hurry to the woman.
She raises her head and stares at me blankly, "Miss, what can I do for you?"
I never look away from the ring on her hand.
"Where did you get that ring?"