The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 33
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The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest is the best current series by the author Quirinus Amalia. The Chapter 33 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 33 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.
After Zane came out of the shower, I stopped him.
“I saw you today.”
He paused, frowning at me.
I gave a bitter laugh, “It was raining heavily today. I sent you so many messages, but you didn’t reply. When I was coming home drenched, I saw you with another woman in the car.”
“Don’t you have anything to explain?”
His expression didn’t change at all.
It was as if he didn’t think he had done anything wrong.
It was as if he didn’t care about my thoughts or feelings.
“There’s nothing to explain. I was busy at the time. She’s my client.”
“A client needs to be that intimate?! You’ve never been this gentle with me!” I couldn’t hold it in any longer and shouted.
“Xena, you’re overthinking.” He answered impatiently.
“If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving.”
“Calm down tonight. I’ll sleep in the guest room.”
He brushed past me and went upstairs.
I slowly sank to the floor, unable to hold back the tears anymore.
Honestly, if he had just comforted me, even with a few soft words, I would have believed him, I would have forgiven him.
But he refused to say anything. Even when he saw the tears in my eyes, he left without a second thought.
Leaving me alone, like a madwoman, collapsing in place.
“Zane, we’ve been together for five years. I’ve adored you for five years. I’m human too. I get tired…” I mumbled to the floor, as if speaking to him, or perhaps to myself.
“Couldn’t you just comfort me? Even just one sentence... I would remember it for the rest of my life.”
I trembled as I took out my phone and replied to my father’s message: Okay.
That night, I dreamed of Zane again.
But it was a younger version of him.
We met in college, through a campus club.
From the moment I met him, he was always the center of attention.
I chased him for four years.
I became the joke of the entire school, all because he never showed me any kindness.
But on graduation day, he got drunk and confessed his love to me.
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