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.
I lower my head, attempting to pass through the crowd. In the end I am blocked by two women.
They put 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 such an arrogant home wrecker. Having the audacity to show up here in our
company?!"
At this moment, I hate Frances’ guts.
I wouldn't be humiliated by these people if he didn't insist on asking me to come here with him.
I even regret that I married Frances. Why did I do it? Is it really beneficial for me?
"Is that so? I am backing her up, so what?"
Frances' cold voice suddenly came from behind. Even I am taken back, let alone the woman opposite.
I see his poker face after turning around.

He looks mad. Is it because someone had just challenged his authority?
The woman doesn’t even have the guts to lift her head. She answers while trembling. "Mr. Louis... I didn't mean that."
"What did you mean?"
Frances takes a step forward, looking even more aggressive.
The woman is on the edge of crying. She looks at the person next to her helplessly. Everyone quickly looks away, trying to keep
themselves out of the drama.
"I said it out of jealousy. I am jealous of her beauty. And I am jealous that she could be loved by you, Mr. Louis."
The woman bites her lip, speaking up unwillingly.
Even I am impressed by her wit. Perhaps that is the best explanation.
Wouldn’t she have an uneasy conscience saying that she’s jealous of my beauty?
Frances looks a little more eased, puts his arm around my shoulder, while looking at me gently. "She is not my mistress. We are
married."
My whole body freezes. The words he just said are spinning in my head over and over again.
I never expect that Frances would tell anyone.
Isn’t our marriage a secret?
I don’t want anyone to know about our marriage. But now it has completely gone public.
Suddenly, I feel like being suffocated.
Everyone gasps and looks at me in surprise. But most of them look envious.
Perhaps, they are wondering how I managed to switch from mistress to wife?
But if it’s possible, I would rather never be in a tangle with Frances again.
"Good day, Mrs. Louis."

Everyone immediately changes their attitude, greeting me respectfully.
Frances smiles with satisfaction, takes my hand and walks outside.