The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 35

There were less than two days left until I had to go home for the wedding.

I silently packed my things, preparing to catch an afternoon flight.

Just then, my phone rang.

The caller ID showed one of my bridal shop employees.

My major was bridal design, and aside from my main job, I privately ran a few bridal shops.

The wedding dresses I designed had gained some recognition.

This, however, was something only I knew about.

“Boss, Mr. Zane is here at the shop. Looks like he’s planning to buy a wedding dress!” the employee reported excitedly.

I was stunned, feeling it was hard to believe.

Zane was buying a wedding dress?

Wasn’t he someone who didn’t believe in marriage...?

I hurried over, hiding in the back and watching him from a distance.

The employees around him seemed convinced he was buying it for me, constantly saying things like "congratulations" and "how wonderful."

I could feel my face getting warm from all their words.

If Zane was really buying a wedding dress for me…

My palms were starting to sweat.

I had to admit, in this moment, I still held some hope.

I didn’t want to marry a man I had never met, nor did I want to give up on a relationship that had cost me five years…

Zane took out his phone, telling the staff to call someone to come try on the dress.

I gripped my phone tightly.

Three seconds later, the call was connected, and he gently called the person over.

But there was no movement on my phone.

The chatty employees fell silent in an instant, their heads lowered, not daring to look at me.

I didn’t speak, just patted the employee on the back to send her away.

I tried to act like it didn’t affect me in the least.

But once I was left alone, I collapsed, sliding down the wall to the floor.

I covered my mouth, crying until my heart ached, but didn’t dare make a sound.

I watched as Natalie arrived.

I saw with my own eyes as my boyfriend tried on wedding dresses with another woman.

In that moment, I finally realized—there was no one more ridiculous than me in this world.

Natalie tried on several dresses but wasn’t satisfied with any of them.

Zane, who always demanded efficiency, said nothing and just stood by, gently watching, offering the occasional compliment.

If it were a normal situation, the employees would surely praise how loving and affectionate they were as a couple.

But now, knowing the truth, the staff didn’t say a word. They merely served them mechanically.

Natalie let out an unhappy hum, her eyes wandering around.

Suddenly, they lit up.

“I want this one!” She pointed to the extravagant wedding dress placed in the center display, her voice full of excitement.

“Miss, that dress isn’t for sale.”

“I don’t care!” She looked at Zane, calling out in a pitiful tone, “Zane…”

“Money is not an issue.” Zane reassured her, pulling out a black card and handing it to the employee.

I scoffed quietly.

“Who’s that?” Zane frowned and snapped.

I slowly stepped out from the shadows.

Zane froze, staring at me with his mouth agape, unable to speak.

I didn’t look at him. Instead, I stood in front of the wedding dress.

“This wedding dress has already been reserved.”

Five years, all gone.

I left Zane.

And I left the city that had carried so much sadness.

After that, I threw myself into preparing for my wedding.

It wasn’t until the night before the wedding that I met my groom.

His name was Henry, a gentle and elegant man.

He also liked design, so we had plenty to talk about.

Because of him, I felt less repulsed by this arranged marriage.

We had agreed to be a contractual couple.

Before I left, I asked him why he chose to go for an arranged marriage.

He was the only son of the He family, so he should have had the right to pursue his own happiness.

He smiled, but there was sadness in his eyes.

“I was dumped.”

I had seen that look in my own eyes too many times.

I didn’t even know how to comfort him.

Unconsciously, I thought of Zane.

In truth, these five years with him weren’t entirely dark.

Though he was distant, he never let me suffer any real humiliation.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have chased after him, burning myself for five years.

It wasn’t until Natalie appeared that I finally understood—fake is fake.

I was just a tool he used to make Natalie come back to him.

A bored diversion.