I really regret what I did that day, but can't Frances trust me more?
I take a deep breath, force a smile at the man, and say with all my strength, "Are you ... going to marry
her?"
No.
Please say no.
Please say it's just a misunderstanding.
Please, Frances.
However, the man nods and says indifferently, "Yes."
Just one word is enough to send me to the living hell.
"Why? Didn't you say that I will be the only one you love in your life? Why are you marrying another
woman now? Frances, didn't you say you love me? Then why would you rather believe in Hilda than in
me? Is this the way you love me? You lied to me! You lied that you would love me forever! Frances, you
liar! Liar!"
I try my best not to shed tears in front of this man.
But in the end, I still can't hold back my tears.
I still can't pretend in front of him.
The man snorts coldly as if he heard the funniest joke.
He suddenly grabs my hand and places it on his chest.
It's such a sudden intimate contact. My heart is pounding.
However, hearing his following words, I'm totally desperate.
"Why would the woman I love shoot me so accurately in my heart?"
I want to explain that I forgot his heart is more to the left, but at this time, all my explanations seem to
be feeble.
"I'm sorry."
I really don't know what else to say.
I owe Frances too much. Perhaps, I won't be able to pay him back for the rest of my life.
"Don't cry crocodile tears. Go back to prison, or I will call the police now."
Frances says coldly.
My heart aches even more.
The man who once said he loves me is so cold to me.
We can't go back.
We can never go back.
Hilda's plot finally works.
"Do you really hate me this much?" I ask Frances, my voice trembling with fear.
I'm so unwilling to give up and still asking such a question.
Without a doubt, what Frances says hurt me accurately once again.
"I told you, I wish you would stay in prison forever."
It turns out that he really said so.
I once dreamed that it's Hilda's lie because she wants me to give up completely.
But now I know I'm too naive. I still hope he loves me after I broke his heart like that.
I really overestimated myself.
I glance at the red invitation card with a golden frame again, then ask Frances, "Why is there no one in
the Louis' now? Where is Earl?"
"Earl is my son. You don't need to worry about him," Frances replies coldly.
I know Earl is his son, but I miss him and want to see him.
"Please, let me see Earl!"
I plead to him.
The man doesn't react and continues to bury himself in writing invitation cards.
I let go of everything and kneel down in front of Frances.
"Frances, please let me see Earl. I won't bother him for long. I really miss him and want to hug him.
Without him, I really don't know if I can..."
Frances frowns impatiently. Maybe he is finally going to talk to me.
Unexpectedly, he doesn't even look at me and shouts to the outside,
"Security!"
Unexpectedly, he doesn't even look at me and shouts to the outside,
"Security!"
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