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After Dumping Him, My Escape Failed

"Alma. "Where's your tattoo?" When Shane Powell said this, I was bending down to get the glass. My shirt was a bit short. Once I moved slightly, half of my fair, smooth waist could be seen. My name was suddenly called, and I was stunned. When I came to my senses, I saw that Shane was staring at my exposed waist, his face gloomy. He said the word "your" in an extremely deep voice. I used to have a tattoo on my waist. Two letters, SP, wrapped around a black and red rose branch. Shane had the same pattern on his waist, but the letters were different. It was my name, Alma. I forced him to have this tattoo. I wanted to make it clear to everyone that the cold, aloof Shane was mine! After he had the tattoo, I fiercely warned him not to get rid of it. He asked me with a casual smile, "What if I do?" "Then... I... I'll leave you!"