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.

my head, attempting to pass through the crowd. In the end I

my life is mistress. Mr. Louis could back you up, so what? I have never seen such an arrogant home wrecker. Having the audacity to show up here in

this moment, I hate Frances’

people if he didn't insist on

regret that I married Frances. Why did I do it? Is

that so? I am backing her up, so

Even I am taken back, let

poker face after turning

mad. Is it because someone

have the guts to lift her head.

"What did you mean?"

takes a step forward, looking

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

of jealousy. I am jealous of her beauty. And I am jealous that

woman bites her

impressed by her wit. Perhaps that is the best

uneasy conscience saying that

arm around my shoulder, while looking at me