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.

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

"The most obnoxious thing in 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

I hate

these people if he didn't insist on asking

even regret that I married Frances. Why did I

that so? I am backing

from behind. Even I am taken back, let alone the

see his poker face after turning

looks mad. Is it because someone had

guts to lift her head. She answers while

"What did you mean?"

a step forward,

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

of jealousy. I am jealous of her beauty. And I am jealous that she could be loved by you,

woman bites her lip, speaking

her wit. Perhaps that is the

an uneasy conscience saying that she’s jealous of

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