Chapter 4

At that time, I was working as a waitress in a bar where the salaries were incredibly high. I desperately needed more money.

He was drowning his sorrows with alcohol, drunk to the point of incoherence.

I approached him and sat next to him.

Suddenly, he tightly grasped my wrist.

I was startled and instinctively tried to pull my hand away, but I couldn't overpower him.

Panic-stricken, I lowered my head.

He squinted his eyes and softly uttered a name.

“Megan.”

He mistook me for someone else!

At that moment, I felt the world spinning and was utterly disoriented.

I tried to free my hand, attempting to bring him back to his senses. “Ian, I’m Victoria. You’ve got the wrong person…”

But his grip was too strong, and my struggles were futile, my wrist beginning to redden.

Then he abruptly pulled me up and took me into the VIP room, locking the door.

“Ian, I’m Victoria…”

I frantically repeated these words, but it was to no avail.

Did I still love him? I could no longer love him.

In that private room, I lost my innocence.