Inside the jacket
In front of my desk, a group of guys dispersed, leaving me standing alone.
My desk was carved with insulting words like “cheap” and “slut.”
My notebooks lay scattered on the floor, dirty and trampled.
It was in that exact moment, I, the heroine of this novel who was forced into a relationship with him, suddenly regained my memories.
The next second, Julian arrived, just as he always did, like a god.
He reached out to me, his eyes unsettlingly deep.
“Don’t be scared. I believe you’re innocent.”
But I remembered everything.
