His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 57: He is Done

Chapter 57- He is done

Tyler's POV

It was all a façade.

I never loved Logan.

It was never love. Just lust.

How could I have been so stupid? How could I have even entertained the idea that I loved him or wanted to run away with him?

Run away with a betrayal?

The thought made me sick.

He was mad that I didn't tell him about my escape plans. But what right did he have to be mad? He was a spy—my father's spy. No, not my father. That beast. Declan.

If Logan truly wanted my forgiveness, why didn't he just come to me and ask for it? Why did he believe whatever that monster told him? How could he be so naïve?

He had known Declan since childhood and still chose to believe him.

What a joke. What an absolute pity.

"Tyler, please don't do this," Logan begged, standing in front of me, blocking my view. His eyes were desperate, his voice shaky.

"I swear on my life, I didn't mean to hurt you. Yes, I gave Declan information about you, but I never wanted to betray you."

I stared at him, unimpressed.

"Get the fuck out of my sight, Logan." My voice was cold, emotionless. "We have nothing to talk about."

He flinched but didn't move.

"You already laid your bed, so lie in it," I continued. "And don't even bother apologizing like we were in some kind of relationship. We were never anything, Logan. Nothing real, at least."

I let out a humorless laugh. "So why are you apologizing as if we're breaking up? Keep the apologies to yourself. I don't need them."

Logan's breath hitched. "Tyler, please—"

"Oh, and while you're at it," I cut him off, "go ahead and tell Declan that you saw the burner phone with your own eyes. I'm sure he'd love that. Maybe he can torture my mom some more. Isn't that what you two do best?"

Logan's face paled. "That's not fair. I never—"

"You never meant it that way?" I scoffed. "That's rich."

I turned around and sat on the bed, crossing my arms. Logan still refused to move, still pleading with his eyes.

"If it weren't for you," I said, my voice laced with venom, "I wouldn't be here right now. If you hadn't tipped off that bastard at the party, I would have escaped, and my mom wouldn't have been kidnapped and tortured."

Logan looked like he was about to cry, but I didn't care.

"I don't know who's worse, you or Declan," I mused. "At least with him, I expected it. But you?" I let out a dry laugh. "You were just a disappointment."

Logan dropped to his knees in front of me. "Tyler, please stop blaming me—"

I leaned forward, my voice dangerously quiet. "Oh? You have an explanation? Go on, then. Let's hear it."

"I—" He swallowed hard. "If Declan hadn't come to me that day, I swear, I would have never told him anything. But he... he made me an offer. He promised that if I helped him, he'd make sure you forgave me."

I stared at him. And then, I laughed.

Not because it was funny. But because it was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard.

"And? Did it work?" I asked, tilting my head. "Did you get my forgiveness, Logan?"

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Logan's hands trembled. "I hope so," he whispered. "I really hope so, because it wasn't intentional."

"Oh, but you know what was intentional?" I leaned closer. "The way you tried to guilt-trip me. The way you acted like I was the bad guy for not telling you about my escape. Meanwhile, you were the one who told Declan everything."

"I didn't know, Tyler!" Logan's voice cracked. "I swear, I didn't! I only suspected something was off, and I mentioned it. I never knew Declan would figure it out himself!"

I scoffed. "And that makes it better?"

"I just... I just wanted your forgiveness."

"You could have had it," I said simply. "If you had told me the truth from the start, I might have forgiven you."

His eyes widened. "You would have?"

"Yeah." I shrugged. "Because then, I would have known you were on my side. But instead, you chose him. You chose the bastard who ruined my life."

Logan let out a shaky breath.

"Bravo to you, Logan," I said, clapping slowly. "Bravo."

"Please, Tyler," he whispered, reaching for my hand. "Please forgive me. I promise to make it right."

I pulled my hand away. "This is what you should have done a long time ago. But now? Now, I don't need your apology."

I stood up, stretching. "Since you won't leave me alone, I'm going to take a bath, get dressed, and leave you here. Enjoy the room."

I stripped off my clothes without hesitation. Logan's eyes immediately dropped.

I noticed.

But I didn't say anything.

If he wanted to stare, let him. I didn't care.

I stepped into the bathroom, letting the water wash over me. It felt good—calming. When I was done, I stepped out, dripping wet.

Again, I caught Logan staring.

I still didn't care.

I dried myself off, applied my usual skincare, sprayed some cologne, and then grabbed the burner phone. I hid it as Logan watched me, but I knew he would tell Declan anyway.

And you know what? Let him.

I already knew he was a traitor. At this point, nothing about him surprised me.

I was about to leave when Logan suddenly grabbed my wrist.

"Please," he choked out, his voice breaking. "Tyler, please forgive me."

Tears streamed down his face.

"I love you," he whispered. "I really love you. I don't know what I'll do if you leave me."

I yanked my hand away.

"Leave me alone, Logan," I said coldly. "There's nothing left to say."

I walked to the door, but before leaving, I turned back one last time.

"You can have this room to yourself. Hell, marry it, for all I care. Maybe even invite Declan for a threesome. Seems like your type of thing."

Logan flinched.

"Where will you stay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I shunned him. "That's none of your business."

Then I slammed the door behind me.