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I was forced to lean back against Jonathan’s chest, practically half–dragged to stand in front of the

mirror. He made me stare directly at my own reflection.

My hair was a mess, dark strands falling everywhere. My eyes were red and puffy, tears clinging to the edges, refusing to fall. I looked pitiful and broken as I stared at him, and at myself in the

mirror.

Suddenly, I let out a bitter laugh. “Are you happy now?”

My voice caught in my throat. “Jonathan, is this what you wanted? Does seeing me like this makeyoufeel satisfied?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he spun me around to face him.

We stood eye to eye. He forced my arms around his waist, then grabbed my face and turned it back

toward the mirror.

From this angle, I could see both of us reflected back.

I was standing on his feet, collapsed against his chest. My shirt had been pulled halfway down,

bunched loosely at my waist.

My back was smooth and bare, except for one thing. Right below my shoulder, there it was–a

tattoo.

I froze, staring at the reflection, completely shocked.

I had no memory of ever getting it.

A black mandala flower, and just beneath it, a string of initials.

I didn’t even need to look closely. I already knew–it was Jonathan’s name.

My mind went blank. Even though I’d heard endless stories about how crazy in love I supposedly used to be, this still hit me like a slap to the face–I’d actually tattooed Jonathan’s name on my

body?

How could I have done something like that?

Sure,I wasn’t close with my family, we barely spoke before I got married, but still… This body was something I was raised to take pride in. Something I’d always taken care of.

I was no great beauty, but I’d been content with how I looked.

Especially my skin, I’d always treated it carefully. Even the tiniest scar used to upset me.

So, how could Ihavedone this?How could I have let Jonathan’s name be inked onto me forever?

WasI out of my mind?

Ididn’tevenwant to blame it on being “lovestruck“.

No,let’scall it whatitwas–plain stupidity. Nothing more.

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I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. “Let go.”

Jonathan gripped me tighter, forcing me to keep looking at my reflection in the mirror. “Elise, have you forgotten how much you used to love me?”

I tried to turn my head away, struggling against him. Not wanting to hurt me, he finally let go and looked down into my eyes. “Stop saying ridiculous things.”

I took another breath. “So what? You showed me this for what reason?”

“Youforgot.”

His voice was suddenly firm, steady. “Why did you forget?”

He stared straight at me, like he was trying to pull the answer right out of my face. I immediately looked away, afraid he’d figure something out.

“I wanted to forget, okay? Everything from back then feels like a damn humiliation to me. So I chose to block it out, to never talk about it!”

Jonathan didn’t say a word. He just kept staring, his eyes sharp, like he was dissecting me, trying to decide if I was telling the truth or not.

“Elise, what are you hiding from me?” he said after a long pause.

I knew it. I knew he’d notice something was off, but he hadn’t figured out I’d lost my memory–at least, not yet.

Still…

I gave a bitter smile.

If we had been a loving couple, if he had truly cared about me, even a little, he would’ve noticed by now that something was wrong. That I wasn’t the same.

But the fact that he hadn’t said a word until now meant only one thing–he hadn’t been paying much attention to me at all.

Itwasn’t until I started acting differently and pushing back that he finally turned his gaze in my direction.

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