It hurts.
With my hand red and swollen, I gasp in pain.
The plane clearly didn't shake just now, so...
The stewardess panics and keeps apologizing to me, "Sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't do it on purpose. It was because of the lady behind me who accidentally touched my hand that I slipped."
Hilda touches the stewardess?
Was that really an accident?
"It doesn't matter." I force a smile and say to the stewardess through the pain.
It's obviously not her fault. If I blame her, it'll definitely get her in trouble.
The stewardess looks at me gratefully and apologizes to me again before continuing to serve other passengers.
I turn to look at Hilda, who looks quite uninterested.
I can pretend to be ignorant of her identity, but that doesn't mean I can endure her harm to me at will again and again.
Now, without Frances around me, I have to learn how to protect myself.
"Hilda, don't go too far," I say to her coldly.
"What? Don't go too far? I don't know what you're talking about."
Hilda looks at me as if she knows nothing.
Then she turns to look at Frances and says softly, "Darling, I didn't touch the stewardess, but why did your ex-wife pin that on me?"
Hearing how she calls me, I feel a great deal of heartache.
At the thought of what happened between Frances and me that day, my mind wanders.
Frances’ eyes range over me and he says coldly, "I know. You don't have to argue with someone unimportant."
Someone unimportant?
Indeed.
He was just consumed with lust that day, without having any feelings for me.
Fortunately, I am clearly aware of this.
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