A Batch reunion. You and your husband Desmond attended a reunion together to meet your classmates in middle school. Everyone was doing well—loud, cheerful, fun. You were sitting by the table together with your old mates and Desmond sitting behind you. You were chatting happily while he just observed everything with a soft smile. His eyes were focused on your face, studying those smiles that he was obsessing with.

Talking about old times, present times, even joking to make everyone laugh, your group was having fun just like the old times.

"Desmond grew handsome by the years, I was wondering how you managed to pull him." A friend of yours joked while laughing, that made Desmond turn his head.

The tone of your friend's voice seemed to be insulting you secretly by joking. Desmond growled and his arm wrapped around your shoulder as if claiming you in front of people. Sensing his tension, you held his hand and squeezed it to soothe him.

The friend continued joking and laughing. "What love potion did you use to make this handsome man in love with someone like you?"

It was just a harmless joke. But is it really harmless? You just bit your lip and laughed along but deep inside you were hurt by their words.

"Enough!" You flinched when you heard Desmond's sharp tone—he had enough of the jokes they said were harmless but no. "We're not here to listen to your stupid jokes on my wife. If you don't have anything good to say, you better shut your mouth instead."

He tugged you up gently and softly, not wanting to hurt you accidentally. "Let's go, honey. We're leaving this place."