The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 15

Moments later, my phone buzzed with a friend request from an unknown number.

The profile picture was of Rosemary holding a bouquet, taken during the proposal.

The message that followed chilled me to the bone:

"Laura, don't worry about Lincoln. He's with me doing his rehab exercises right now."

Attached was a photo of Lincoln and Rosemary, both lying naked in bed, entwined.

The room's familiar décor struck me immediately. My heart tightened as I instinctively stepped out and pressed the elevator button.

The entire top floor of the building was a rehabilitation space Lincoln had purchased for his recovery.

For a year, he had insisted I not accompany him there after work.

He claimed the process was too grueling and didn't want me to see him at his weakest. He didn't want me to hurt for him—or so he said.

Yet, Rosemary's regular updates on WhatsApp Moments told a different story.

Every time Lincoln trained, she was by his side. And after the sessions, the two would indulge in pleasures together.

Now, as I stepped off the elevator onto the top floor, the sound of heavy breathing and passionate kissing echoed in the empty space.

"Lincoln... be careful. I'm still carrying your baby!" Rosemary's voice cooed.

I froze, unable to believe what I was hearing. I approached the half-closed door, my heart pounding.

Peeking through, I saw Lincoln burying his face into Rosemary's bare neck with fervor.

"Weren't you full of energy when seducing me? Now bear with it!" Lincoln growled, his tone laced with a twisted amusement.

With that, he intensified his movements, making the door rattle violently in time with their reckless rhythm.

My hands clenched tightly around the fabric of my sleeves, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.

Inside the room, Rosemary's coquettish voice pierced the air, sharp and jarring.

"All you do is bully me! Now that your legs are better, when will you take me to meet your family?"

"I don't mind being your secret lover, but the baby can't remain hidden forever!"

Her pitiful tone tugged at Lincoln's heartstrings once again.

After a brief hesitation, he finally relented.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the faint red marks scattered across his neck.

Turning around, my gaze met his, my eyes bloodshot and full of pain.

Lincoln's expression shifted as he noticed something was wrong, a hint of panic flickering across his face.

"Laura, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?"

Lowering my eyes, I nodded slightly. "I had a nightmare."

Lincoln sighed in relief and began comforting me patiently.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. What did you dream about?"

I looked up at him, my voice trembling as I spoke through the tears.

"I dreamed that you cheated on me, that you had a child with another woman… Lincoln, would you ever do that to me?"

Lincoln's face stiffened for a moment, but he quickly composed himself, raising his hand solemnly.

"Of course not. I would never betray you, nor would I lie to you. If I do, may lightning strike me down, and may I never have peace!"