His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 62: Two Can Play The Game

Chapter 62- Two Can Play The Game

Chapter – Tyler's POV

The car ride was suffocating.

Not because of the lack of air, but because of Logan's presence beside me.

The tension between us was thick, almost unbearable. I could feel it in the way he held himself, in the way his fingers twitched slightly against his lap, and in the way he exhaled as though he had been holding his breath for far too long.

But I didn't care.

I sat there, scrolling mindlessly through my phone, acting like he didn't exist. Like he wasn't sitting inches away from me, like his presence wasn't a reminder of every single thing he had done.

Because that was the truth.

Logan didn't exist to me anymore.

Not after everything he did.

Not after he betrayed me.

Not after he kissed my girlfriend.

Not after he worked with my father behind my back and sent those texts, humiliating me in ways I couldn't even begin to describe.

So why the hell was he still here?

Why was he acting like there was anything left to say?

He should've known better.

Yet, for some reason, Logan just wouldn't give up.

"Tyler," he finally said, his voice uncertain, hesitant. "There's something important I need to tell you."

I didn't bother looking up.

"Then say it," I muttered, my tone flat, uninterested.

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He hesitated. I could see his hands clenching and unclenching in my peripheral vision, as if he was trying to prepare himself for something.

Then, after a deep breath, he spoke.

"Your dad... he knows."

For the first time in the entire ride, my fingers stilled against my phone.

Knows what?

I didn't let my face show anything, but internally, my mind was already working. I had no idea where he was going with this, but whatever it was, I already knew it had nothing to do with me.

"He knows that I—" Logan swallowed hard. "He knows that I'm in love with you."

A short, sharp laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it.

I turned to him, finally meeting his gaze, and for a moment, I just looked at him.

Logan looked desperate. Vulnerable. His eyes searched mine, hoping for something—anything.

But all I had for him was a smirk.

"Poor, poor Logan," I mocked, tilting my head as if I actually pitied him. "You really think that's my problem?"

His entire body tensed.

I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping just enough to make my words cut deeper.

"Listen to me, Logan, and listen well," I said. "The key difference here is that Declan found out you're in love with me. Not the other way around."

I let the words sink in before continuing.

"That makes it your problem. Not mine. Not ours. Just you."

Logan opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came out.

Pathetic.

"And don't you dare use this car ride as some bullshit excuse to ask for my forgiveness," I added. "Because it's not going to work. Nothing is."

His breathing became uneven, his hands curling into fists against his lap.

I could see the frustration rising inside him, but I didn't care. Let him suffer. Let him feel what it's like to be ignored, to be treated like nothing.

Then, all of a sudden, Logan snapped.

"Tyler, I hope you haven't forgotten that we kissed," he said, his voice sharper now, desperate. "That we did things." His eyes bore into mine. "What happens to me will affect you too."

I stared at him.

And then—

I laughed.

Not just any laugh. A cold, heartless, cruel laugh that echoed in the car.

"You think anyone would believe you?" I asked, tilting my head with amusement.

Logan flinched.

"You know what the problem is with your little threat, Logan?" I continued, leaning back in my seat. "You don't have proof."

His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

I smirked.

"What proof do you have? Hm? Proof, Logan. Because a claim without proof is just baseless words."

His fingers clenched harder.

"If you even think about running your mouth, you better have hard evidence. And guess what?" I gave him a slow, satisfied smile. "You don't have any."

The car slowed down, pulling in front of my house.

I grabbed my bag, preparing to step out.

But before leaving, I turned to him one last time.

I could see it—the disbelief, the anger, the resentment building in his eyes.

Good.

Just to spite him, I leaned in and pressed a mocking kiss to his cheek.

"Ciao," I whispered.

And with that, I stepped out.

I didn't look back as I walked towards my house.

I didn't need to.

I could feel his eyes on me, burning into my back.

Let him watch.

Let him choke on his own regrets.

This was my revenge.

And I was just getting started.

Logan's POV

The second Tyler shut the door behind him, something inside me snapped.

The love I had for him?

Gone.

Just like that.

How dare he?

I knew I messed up. I knew I made mistakes. But did that really mean I deserved this?

Did he really have to look me in the eyes and tell me he didn't care about what happened to me? That it wasn't his problem?

I clenched my fists.

That arrogant bastard.

For so long, I had put up with his coldness, his walls, his constant need to shove the past in my face like a punishment I could never escape from.

I planned that party for him. I sent that text so he could see the truth about Alexis. I wanted to help him. And yet, he acted like I was his worst enemy.

He could have at least acknowledged that I saved him from getting played.

But no.

Tyler never forgave.

Tyler never let go.

And now? Now I had nothing but hatred left for him.

I scoffed, shaking my head.

"You can go to hell, Tyler," I muttered under my breath.

Because from now on, I wasn't going to care either.

Two can play this game.