The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 34

But he couldn’t wait.

That night, I was home alone, revising a proposal.

The doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I saw Zane, drunk and leaning on a woman.

I recognized her.

She was the woman who sat in the passenger seat of his car last time.

Cold wind blew in from the open door, but it felt like my heart had frozen.

I didn’t say a word, stepping aside to let her in.

She gave me a dismissive glance, smiling arrogantly.

She expertly helped Zane to the bedroom, as if she had been here many times before.

“I’m Natalie, Zane’s first love,” she said, her head held high, her entire demeanor exuding arrogance.

“Don’t you have anything to ask?” She sat down opposite me, looking at me provocatively.

I pressed my lips together, hoarse as I spoke, “Is he going to break up with me?”

“Ha, do you know why Zane got together with you?” She laughed, as if pitying me, and generously explained,

“Because I was with someone else at the time. He did it to get back at me. We’ve known each other since elementary school, breaking up and getting back together for years.

To him, I will always be the most special.”

When she talked about Zane, her eyes were full of confidence.

It was the exact opposite of the dazzling brilliance I once had.

Then she seemed to remember something and pointed at me, laughing, “What do you think you have to keep him? Are you shameless? Hahahahahaha…”

“You have no idea how he described you to me.” She eyed me from head to toe, as though inspecting a cheap toy.

I coughed violently several times, too tired to say anything else, I waved my hand and said, “I get it. Now, please leave my house.”

She snorted, glaring at me.

“Your house? Ha, just wait, I’ll make sure you regret it!”

It didn’t take long for me to understand what she meant by “make you regret it.”

The next day, after Zane got off work, he stormed home, furious, and came looking for me.

I had just taken my medicine and was about to sleep.