"H..arry, what are you..." I stutter.

"Can't I see you?" Harry walks toward us, until he stops dead in his track. The person next to me looked familiar to him. Shawn pulls off his shade, giving a devilish grin.

"Hello, Harry. It's been a while." Shawn stretches his hands to him but all he could do was look at me, waiting for me to give a good explanation to this but I couldn't say a word.

"The fuck are you doing with my wife?!" Harry rages out, pulling him by his shirt. The ...