Chapter 2

In the past life, I especially liked Jasper. We were childhood friends, and when my feelings awakened, no other boy could compare. I thought he felt the same way, but it was always one-sided.

Every time in bed, Jasper would hand me a blindfold or tie to cover my eyes, saying:

"Daphne, your eyes are too beautiful. I'm afraid I'd lose control and hurt you."

Every time, I'd blush at the ears.

Until the fifth-anniversary night.

I secretly took off the blindfold for the first time, only to accidentally discover the name tattooed on his waist.

Shame and betrayal swept over me simultaneously.

At that moment, I felt like I'd fallen into an icy abyss.

I went mad, smashing everything in the bedroom, grabbing an ashtray and throwing it at Jasper.

I hurled insults, wishing him dead.

Cursed him to the lowest depths of hell.

But if I could do it over, I wouldn't do anything, just distance myself from him.