The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 36

I thought I would never have anything to do with Zane again in this lifetime.

But when he suddenly burst into my wedding scene, I was stunned for a moment.

I had never seen him look this disheveled.

“Xena! Come with me!” He was sweating profusely, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made the crowd stir.

Everyone was curious about this “wedding crasher.”

But as the main character, I just shifted my gaze back to Henry and calmly continued with the ceremony.

“I do.”

Zane’s outstretched hand froze in midair.

His voice trembled, “Are you serious?”

His eyes, which used to be calm and indifferent, were now filled with shock and pain.

I furrowed my brows, realizing that I couldn’t even tell if his emotions were genuine at this moment.

I sighed helplessly and spoke to him in a low voice, “Zane, since the moment I was born, I was destined to use marriage to benefit my family…” I forced a slightly sad smile.

“So stop trying to make a joke out of me. It’s time for me to get back on track.”

“I can marry you too!” Zane shouted through gritted teeth.

His voice echoed across the room.

My father stood up in fury.

I widened my eyes in disbelief, as the scene I had dreamed of for years was finally happening.

But unfortunately, I had lost the heart that used to beat with excitement.

The situation had come to pass, but my heart had already changed.

I opened my mouth, intending to reject him, but Zane was faster, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room.

Henry tried to stop us, but suddenly, a woman in a red dress appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

I watched as his expression slowly became more complicated.

I knew—this was the woman who had hurt him the most.

The bride and groom were each snatched away by different people.

And just like that, the wedding ended in a ridiculous fashion.

Zane dragged me up to the rooftop.

Perhaps because we had been running, his face was flushed.

“You look really good in this wedding dress…”

I simply replied with a "Thank you," and didn’t say anything else.

The atmosphere grew awkward.

Suddenly, Zane gripped my shoulders, and I saw a firmness in his eyes.

“I’m serious. I can marry you!”

“My family is not inferior to the He family, and you’ve seen it—his relationship with that woman is complicated!”

I smiled faintly and shook my head.

“Zane, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but can you stop making jokes about this?”

“Then why did you agree to marry him so quickly? How many times have you even met him?!”

“I’ve never met him, so what? Whoever can bring benefit to our family, that’s who I have to marry.” I lowered my gaze.

“I can bring you benefits!”

“You can’t.”

“Nat… she doesn’t have long to live!”

“She’s terminally ill, and her only wish is to have a wedding with me… Xena, I’ve been with her for so many years. I can’t just leave her wish unfulfilled. Don’t worry, it’s just a fake marriage!”

I sneered. I remembered how Natalie had boasted in front of me.

Whether she was really terminally ill or not, I didn’t know. But as soon as she said it, Zane would bend over backwards to appease this “dying person.”

I would always be the one suffering.

“Fake marriage? Too much trouble. Just marry her already.”

“Xena!”

“You still love me! Your wedding dress was designed for me! Why can’t you just compromise a little?” Zane pointed at the “Z” design on my skirt.

He had figured it out.

Yes, I had designed this dress for him.

Zane was an anti-marriage type, so I had repeatedly defied my father’s orders to design this dress for him.

I designed it hoping that one day, we could at least take wedding photos together.

That was all.

I had compromised so much for him.

But now, I didn’t need it anymore.

I crouched down, and despite Zane’s pleas, I ripped the wedding dress’s hem and threw it at him.

He stared at me in disbelief.

In that moment, he finally realized.

The Xena who had poured all her love into him had been completely lost to him.