Chapter 4
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 4<\/p>\n
That’s better. Otherwise it might be awkward.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I have decided to divorce after last night. I have already lost my family; I can’t lose my job.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Now I realize that male chauvinist just can\u2019t stand that I earn more than him. I would never change my job if I have known that he is such a scumbag.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I still hope a little.<\/p>\n
If he apologizes, if he begs my forgiveness, I may forgive him. But my heart goes dead seeing his messages.<\/p>\n
\u201cBitch, come back! Or I will make you regret!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou dare fuck another man behind my back! How dare you ignore my existence!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou horny bitch! You should be raped by those people then!\u201d<\/p>\n
Intolerable.<\/p>\n
I don’t want to read more.<\/p>\n
I put the phone on the desk and start to work, but I just can\u2019t concentrate.<\/p>\n
I begin to think about the man last night.<\/p>\n
I nod. Suddenly I feel something wrong with the atmosphere in the canteen.<\/p>\n
Everyone seems to looking at me.<\/p>\n
Or more accurately, they are looking at something behind me.<\/p>\n
I turn back and see Andrew Malan and Susan Felton coming up to me aggressively.<\/p>\n
Susan Felton pulls my hair, and Andrew Malan grasps my collar. I am tugged by them toward the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou 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?<\/p>\n
Didn’t answer my phone, you are so going to die!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-28","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/28","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}