His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 44: Wedding From Hell

Chapter 44 – The Wedding from Hell

Tyler's POV

I came out of the room and saw walked.

I didn't know where I was going, and I didn't care.

The halls stretched endlessly before me, the soft click of my shoes the only sound filling the silence. The maid had already left, and I was alone with my thoughts. I wished I could just disappear into one of these rooms, get lost in the maze of this damn mansion, and never have to show up at that cursed wedding.

I wanted to be anywhere but there.

My steps slowed as I approached a corridor I didn't recognize. Maybe if I just kept walking, I'd find some hidden passage, some place where no one would find me. Maybe then I wouldn't have to go.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

But then—

"Sir?"

A voice jolted me out of my thoughts.

I turned to see a maid standing a few feet away, looking at me with slight confusion.

"That's the wrong way," she said politely, pointing in the opposite direction. "This is the right way to the entrance."

I clenched my jaw. Damn it.

I forced a small nod and turned around, following her as she led me down the right path. I was walking toward the very place I wanted to avoid, and there was nothing I could do about it.

As we stepped outside, the sight of the luxury cars lined up in perfect rows made my stomach twist.

Each vehicle gleamed under the sun, polished to perfection, the very definition of wealth and extravagance. Everything about this event screamed luxury, as if the wedding of the century was about to take place.

I didn't care.

A guard gestured toward one particular car, its sleek black frame shining under the morning light. "This is the groom and the Man of Honor's car," he said.

I didn't respond.

Without a word, I walked toward it. The second I reached the door, a guard pulled it open for me, and I slid inside.

The air was cool. The scent of leather filled my nose.

And sitting inside, already waiting, was Declan.

I didn't acknowledge him.

I leaned back against the headrest, shutting my eyes. I didn't want to think. I didn't want to feel.

I was drained.

Even with my eyes closed, I could feel Declan looking at me. I knew he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare. He knew better.

The drive to the venue wasn't long. Declan owned the damn place, so of course he'd use his own hall for the ceremony and reception. It was just another reminder of how powerful he was, how untouchable he thought he was.

The car slowed to a stop.

I exhaled and reached for my seatbelt, unbuckling it. My hand was on the door handle, ready to step out and get this nightmare over with—

Then Declan spoke.

"I'm sorry."

His voice was quiet, hesitant, like he was choosing his words carefully.

I froze.

"I'm sorry for what you heard," he continued. "I know you'll never believe me when I say it wasn't my fault, but I need you to know that I had nothing to do with it."

I clenched my jaw.

"I took her to the room," he went on. "I didn't take her back to the apartment. She wasn't kidnapped. She's okay."

Okay?

I let out a bitter laugh.

"Okay?" My voice was sharp, my patience hanging by a thread. "If she's so okay, then why wasn't she picking up my calls?"

Declan didn't answer.

"If she wasn't kidnapped," I continued, my hands balling into fists, "then why were your guards acting so nervous? Why did I overhear you and your guard talking about her like she was taken?"

Silence.

I scoffed.

"Go find my mother," I said coldly. "I don't have time for your cheap excuses."

Without another glance at him, I stepped out of the car, straightened my suit, and put on the best fake smile I could muster.

Because that's what I had to do.

I had to pretend.

A woman—probably the event planner—was already waiting for me. She smiled, though I barely processed it, and motioned for me to follow her inside.

I did.

She led me to a back room where the groomsmen were getting ready.

It was filled with men dressed in suits similar to mine, adjusting ties, fixing cuffs, chatting like this was just another normal wedding. I barely noticed them. None of them mattered.

Declan arrived a few minutes later, apologizing for being late. Not that I cared.

The event planner clapped her hands, gathering everyone's attention.

"Alright, gentlemen," she began, her voice chipper. "Here's how this will go. The groom will walk first, followed by the Man of Honor. After that, the groomsmen will follow in pairs with the bridesmaids."

She kept talking, explaining the order, but I had already tuned her out.

Minutes later, we were at the altar.

The music changed.

Everyone stood.

And then—

The bride entered.

People whispered in awe. Some smiled, some even teared up.

I didn't care.

I didn't look at her dress. I didn't admire how she walked. None of it mattered to me.

The only thing I cared about was for this hell of a wedding to end

I stole a glance at Declan .

He was smiling.

A real, wide, mouth-to-mouth smile.

It hit me like a punch to the gut.

That same man—who had never once smiled at my mother—was now grinning like he had won the lottery.

Pain tore through my chest.

Memories of my mother flooded my mind.

Her smile. Her laughter. The way she always put me first.

And now, she was gone.

Because of him.

I swallowed hard, trying to push back the emotions threatening to consume me. My vision blurred, my head felt heavy.

I didn't even realize how long I had zoned out until someone tapped me.

"It's time for the rings," a voice whispered.

I blinked, coming back to reality.

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Forcing another fake smile, I handed them the rings like I wasn't dying inside.

I zoned out again.

No one bothered pulling me back this time.

When I finally resurfaced from my thoughts, the ceremony was almost over.

"You may kiss your bride."