The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 45

Amy and I grew up together. She was like a princess living in a castle, with no worries.

When I met Ash, she was wearing clothes that weren’t particularly expensive.

Ash liked to play the pity card. She always acted weak in front of me.

She said that their grandfather originally planned to leave the family fortune to her father, but for some unknown reason, it ended up in Amy’s father’s hands.

I’d seen my fair share of the scheming in wealthy families.

So I immediately imagined that Amy’s father had used tricks to fight for the family wealth.

I helped Ash retrieve the family assets, but I didn’t expect that her father would lose his life over it.

I never meant to take Amy’s mother’s life-saving bone marrow, but every time I saw Ash faint from pain in front of me, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

Anyway, Amy’s mother had lived for so long already.

If Amy’s family hadn’t taken Ash’s family’s wealth, Ash wouldn’t have fallen ill from malnutrition.

It seemed like Amy’s mother had anticipated my decision.

Before she died, she smiled and took off her bracelet, asking me to give it to her daughter and to take good care of Amy.

Amy’s mother was really such a kind person.

I promised her, but I broke my word.

But when I saw the divorce agreement, I realized how wrong I had been.

I thought I loved Ash, but in reality, I had only loved the “Ash” I had imagined in my mind.

It turned out I had unknowingly fallen in love with Amy.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world, and everything was too late.

For the following period, I lived in a daze. Many times, I sought Amy’s forgiveness out of instinct.

Until my final moments, looking into Amy’s cold eyes, I cried.

I had turned her into this, it was my fault, and I should atone for it.