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.