The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 23

But Lincoln intercepted her, his eyes dark and filled with fury as he glared at her.

"Rosemary! Are you out of your mind? How dare you act like this in front of Laura?"

"You even think about laying a hand on her, and I'll make you regret it! Get out of my sight!"

Perhaps my previous leniency had emboldened Rosemary, making her believe I was an easy target.

Today, however, as her vile curses continued to spill forth, I decided it was time to put an end to her antics.

I signaled my assistant, who stepped forward and tossed a stack of photos onto the ground.

The images showed Rosemary kissing one of Lincoln's groomsmen, as well as intimate moments with various wealthy young men.

Lincoln's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the photos, his expression one of sheer rage and devastation.

He had genuinely believed that, at the very least, Rosemary had true feelings for him.

Even though he knew about her past indiscretions, he had chosen to marry her for the sake of the child.

But now, it was clear—it was all a complete lie.

To Rosemary, Lincoln had simply been the easiest and most gullible target among her many conquests.

For the first time, Lincoln seemed to truly understand what betrayal felt like.

His eyes reddened with fury as he grabbed Rosemary by the collar.

"You lied to me! You said you only loved me, but you've been with so many other men!"

He cast a sharp glance at her stomach.

"Don't tell me the baby isn't mine either!"

Rosemary let out a wild laugh. "Why else would I pick you? You're stupid and easy to fool!"

"Anyway, I've already married you. The child is part of the Winston family now!"

At her words, Lincoln's gaze turned dark and menacing.

In a fit of rage, he shoved Rosemary hard to the side.