In My Desperate Time

Chapter 4 I want a divorce

That's better. Otherwise it might be awkward.

I drag my aching and sour body out of bed. I don't dare go home, so I go to the company after washing a little bit.

I have decided to divorce after last night. I have already lost my family; I can't lose my job.

I work as a clerk at a foreign trade company. I don't like this job very much, and the salary is not high, but at least it is stable. I am a designer before, well paid but tired. Andrew Malan doesn't want me to work so hard after getting married, so I changed my job.

Now I realize that male chauvinist just can’t stand that I earn more than him. I would never change my job if I have known that he is such a scumbag.

My phone is out of power and shuts down automatically last night. I charge the phone and there are dozens of missed calls and many messages sent from Andrew Malan.

I still hope a little.

If he apologizes, if he begs my forgiveness, I may forgive him. But my heart goes dead seeing his messages.

“Bitch, come back! Or I will make you regret!”

“You dare fuck another man behind my back! How dare you ignore my existence!”

“You horny bitch! You should be raped by those people then!”

Intolerable.

I don't want to read more.

I put the phone on the desk and start to work, but I just can’t concentrate.

I begin to think about the man last night.

His appearance is printed in my head deeply but I couldn't remember anything afterwards.

While I am wondering, the phone on the desk buzzes.

It's Andrew Malan calling. I mute the phone and put it away, and begin to do the work.

Only work can make me temporarily forget Andrew Malan’s ugly face. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Jane Noyes, you don't look well. What happened?” Amy Jenkins sits in front of me and looks me up and down at the lunch time.

She and I are in a good relationship, we usually go to lunch together.

I shake my head and say, “Just didn't sleep well.”

We are not in that relationship to tell each other everything. I can’t say a word about last night.

Amy Jenkins is simple and pure. She doesn’t doubt and says, “Have a rest after lunch.”

I nod. Suddenly I feel something wrong with the atmosphere in the canteen.

Everyone seems to looking at me.

Or more accurately, they are looking at something behind me.

I turn back and see Andrew Malan and Susan Felton coming up to me aggressively.

Susan Felton pulls my hair, and Andrew Malan grasps my collar. I am tugged by them toward the door.

“You bitch! Hook up a toff and you just ignore me? Going out to sleep with a guy at late night, what's the difference between you and a whore?

Didn't answer my phone, you are so going to die!”