A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Man's POV

I couldn't believe what I was seeing when I saw my parents and a tearful Ben walk into the living room.

I felt an instant disgust at the thought that Ben would resort to soliciting my parents' help to sort out our situation.

Before either one of my parents could say a word, I turned my back on them and started walking towards the kitchen.

"Hey!" my father called after me. "Is that the way to greet your parents when they walk into their own home?"

"I want no part in whatever you're planning to do," I said coldly, continuing to walk away from the trio, whom I now felt were conspiring to topple me.

I felt my mom tug at my arm.

"Son," she said in a placating voice, the same voice she would always use whenever she tried to patch up an argument between me and my father. "Can you please listen to me for one minute? One minute, that's all I am asking."

"Sixty, fifty nine, fifty eight..." I started counting down.

"Stop it," she scolded me. "Now listen. Can you please try to be more understanding towards Ben?"

"What is there to understand?" I countered. "He cheated on me!"

"I did not!"

"He did not!"

"He did not!"

All three of them yelled at me at the same time.

I stared at my parents, first at my father, then at my mother.

Seriously? My own parents are taking Ben's side against me? I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Are you both jumping to conclusions without understanding what exactly happened between Ben and me?" I couldn't help raising my voice at my parents.

"Son," now it was my father's turn to use a placating voice on me. "Ben has explained to me what really happened at the beach. I jumped to all the wrong conclusions and I passed them on to you without knowing the real situation. Now I want to repair the damage I have done."

I turned to Ben.

"Did you tell them that you kissed Bright?" I asked angrily. "Or did you conveniently skip that part when you were talking to them."

"He didn't kiss Bright, you moron!" my father answered for Ben.

"Oh yes he did! Tell them, Ben, go ahead, tell them!" I challenged Ben.

Before Ben could speak, my mother intervened.

"Let us say, for argument's sake that he did," my mother said, looking me straight in the eye. "If he did so because he loves that other guy, why is he here crying for you to take him back? Are you really going to throw away three years of being happily together because of one mistake?"

"He didn't even kiss the other guy," my father muttered on the side.

I took a deep breath and then let out a loud sigh.

"Mom, dad, can you give me a chance to talk to Ben without your presence?" I asked.

I noticed Ben reach out and curl his arm around my mom's arm as if to silently plead to her not to leave him.

"Nothing doing, Ben," I said, grabbing his other arm and dragging him outside the house and into the driveway where his car was still parked.

"Open you car door," I instructed him. "We can talk inside your car without my parents' interference."

Ben did as instructed.

He climbed into the driver's seat while I climbed and settled into the front passenger seat.

We both sat in silence for a while.

Ben's head was bowed, his hands folded on top of his lap. 

I noticed a tear fall and drop on to the back of his hands. It was a big teardrop. I could almost hear the plopping sound in the silence.

"Look at me, Ben," I finally spoke to end the silence.

Instead of turning to look at me, he covered his face with his hands and started sobbing softly.

I felt emotionally drained. I felt tired. My defenses collapsed.

I got out of the car and walked over to the driver's seat and opened his door.

"Come out of there," I commanded.

Ben did as he was told.He slowly stepped out of the car, his shoulders still shaking slightly from all the crying.

As soon as he was on his feet. I gently pulled him to me.

He placed his arms around me and hugged me tightly, sobbing louder this time.

I pulled away a little bit to put my hands on either side of his face.

Then my face slowly descended on his and I planted a gentle kiss on his lips.

At that instant, his phone started to ring.

I noted that it was not a generic ringtone. It was a personalized ringtone for someone he knew.

I dug my hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Bright. Bright fucking Vachirawit.

I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I swiped the screen and said very coldly, "Ben cannot talk to you right now. He is busy discussing wedding details with his husband to be."

Then I tapped on the red phone icon to end the call and handed the phone back to Ben.

Ben looked up at me, his eyes looking like two saucers to hold a teacup, his jaws dropping almost down to his chest.