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The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 44

Summary for Chapter 44: The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest

Summary of Chapter 44 – A turning point in The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest by Quirinus Amalia

Chapter 44 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest, written by Quirinus Amalia. With the hallmarks of Internet literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.

David clutched his chest, looking as if he couldn’t bear the weight of it all. His lips cracked and blood dripped out.

“It’s not like that... Amy…”

His eyes were filled with sorrow as he called my name.

But I acted as if I hadn’t heard, walking past him without a second glance.

My attitude was clear, but David, like someone bewitched, followed me like a lost soul every day.

Watching him, I couldn’t help but think back to myself after my parents’ passing.

I had been the same way, like a walking corpse, even considering suicide at one point.

It was David who had stayed by my side, motivating me every day, bringing me to the psychologist for therapy.

I once thought he was my light.

But I never expected that he would be the one who pushed me into the abyss.

I whispered to myself.

“We can never go back.”

In response, David’s eyes turned redder.

I continued my daily therapy sessions with the psychologist.

David saw me chatting with the doctor, smiling, and his eyes turned bloodshot.

“Amy, have you fallen for him?”

I thought about the way he had treated me as a substitute for Ash, and malice spread in my heart.

I curled my lips into a smile.

“Yeah, I’ve fallen for him. Would you be willing to be his substitute?”

David went mad.

He thought I had fallen for the psychologist. As if knowing I wanted to take revenge on him, he knelt beside me, pleading.

“I’m willing to be his substitute, Amy, would that make you look at me?”

I shook my head.

“David, you don’t look anything like him. You’re not even worthy of being his substitute.”

“Do you want to atone for your sins? How are you going to make up for the harm you’ve done to me?”

David’s lifeless eyes filled with tears, his lips trembled but he couldn’t say a word.

I didn’t expect David to treat my words as a decree.

He lured Ash’s father to the casino again, and Ash’s family went bankrupt.

Ash’s father was immediately taken by the casino people.

Ash ran to David for help, asking him to be merciful.

David’s eyes were filled with extreme madness.

“Ash, we are both guilty. We both need to apologize to Amy!”

David ordered his men to take away the bone marrow from Ash, which had been meant for my mother.

He threw her into ice-cold water at minus twenty degrees.

Ash, already weakened by the bone marrow extraction, couldn’t endure David’s further torment and eventually succumbed.

“David, are you crazy? Didn’t you promise to protect me forever?”

David smiled bitterly, gulped down some hot wine, and his eyes were full of madness.

The attacker fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Fortunately, the police responded quickly, and the chaos was quelled.

David’s body trembled, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

I helped him up, my gaze conflicted.

“I’ll take you to the hospital.”

David stopped me.

“It’s too late, Amy.”

It seemed he had become accustomed to saying the words, “Forgive me.” Just as they left his mouth, he swallowed them back, forced a bitter smile, and pulled out an envelope, handing it to me.

“I wish you happiness, Amy.”

Only I knew how much courage it took for him to say those words.

Until he left, I never said the words to forgive him.

Between David and me, there was no more love or hate, only an endless entanglement.

After he left, my life continued as usual, continuing to be wonderful.

A month later, I opened the envelope.

Inside was a signed divorce agreement, with numerous creases and tear stains. It was clear how much pain David must have felt when he signed it.

Before leaving, David still gave me my freedom.

I lifted my wine glass, gazing at the sky, and smiled faintly.

Goodbye, David.

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