Reborn, I Watched Her Fall

I watched, utterly detached, as my childhood friend, her eyes hazy with unnatural desire, was led into the storage room by my closest friend.

I turned away.

In my past life, I had rushed in to stop the horror.

But that act of heroism only served to frame me.

When the police arrived, all they found in that storage room was me and my drugged childhood friend.

"He's no academic star; he's a violent criminal!"

My reputation was shattered, and I was expelled.

To salvage her name, my childhood friend was forced to marry me.

But marriage was my real hell.