In My Desperate Time

Once again, I get the feeling of being the central of attention!

Everyone's contemptuous look embarrasses me.

I stand still, not knowing what to do.

As long as Frances is involved, there are always various situations that embarrass me. It happens all the time.

The crowd is more convinced of their thoughts seeing that I am not speaking up.

"No wonder she looks so familiar. I bet she’s with Mr. Louis a long time ago."

"On the news, the story goes ‘Song's CEO rescued the beauty as a hero, claiming that she was his girlfriend?"

"Maybe she was sleeping with both men at the same time? She must have her own means. Not as charming as I pictured though."

...

I want to explain, but everything they say is true. No matter how I explain, the reasoning may sound unconvincing.

through the crowd. In the end I am blocked by

their hands around their chests, look at me with distain. "The most obnoxious thing in my life is mistress. Mr. Louis could back you up, so what? I have never seen

I

he didn't insist on asking me to come here with

regret that I married Frances. Why did I

so? I am backing

from behind. Even I

poker face

because someone had just challenged

guts to lift her head. She answers while

"What did you mean?"

takes a step forward,

crying. She looks at the person next to her helplessly. Everyone quickly looks away, trying

of her beauty. And I am jealous that she could be

bites her lip, speaking

am impressed by her wit. Perhaps that is the best

an uneasy conscience saying that

arm around my shoulder, while looking at me gently. "She is not my mistress. We