His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 123: She Just Doesn’t Learn

Chapter 223- She just doesn't learn

Logan's POV

But that wasn't even the worst part. No, of course that wasn't enough for him.

"You told me to go back to being your little bitch so we could fuck every day—or else you'd pay bloggers to expose me. To tell the whole fucking world that I'm gay." I narrowed my eyes. "Like it's a bad thing."

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Lucas flinched.

"Is that what you really think? That being gay is something to be ashamed of?" I scoffed. "We weren't all born the same. We all have different sexualities. But you? You wanted to use mine to blackmail me."

I stepped closer, voice dropping lower. "And when you realized I wasn't falling for it? You started playing the pity card. Pretending I was beating you. Trying to act like you were some fucking victim."

I clenched my fists. "Yes, Lucas. I hit you. I fucking hit you. Not because I'm toxic, not because I enjoy hurting you, but because you tried to kiss me right after using that same dirty-ass mouth to fuck my house help." My jaw tensed. "A sane person would push you off, and that's exactly what I did."

Lucas swallowed, his fingers twitching near his phone. He was about to pause the recording.

"Don't," I warned, my voice sharp as a blade.

He froze.

"If you dare stop that recording," I said slowly, "I will make your already miserable life even more miserable." My eyes darkened. "And don't even think about editing it to make me look toxic, because guess what, Lucas?" I smirked. "I have proof too. Video proof. Audio proof. Every single thing happening right now? I have all of it."

His hand dropped immediately.

He knew better.

I exhaled, staring at him. "Do you even realize what you've done to me?" My voice was quieter now, but the weight behind it was heavy.

"You fucked someone in my father's house—without my consent—and I found out through the cameras." I swallowed, the memory making my stomach turn. "Do you know how grateful I am that my father never checks the footage? Do you know what I would've had to say if he did?"

I laughed bitterly. "What was I supposed to tell him, Lucas? That after you left, I found your fucking cum on the expensive floor that costs more than hundreds of thousands of dollars? That I was the one who had to clean it up?" My fingers curled. "That I spent the entire night scrubbing that shit because I knew what my father would do to you if he found out?"

I shook my head, my throat tightening.

"Despite everything... I still loved you, Lucas." My voice cracked slightly, but I didn't care. "I fucking loved you."

"But you? You never loved me back. You used me. You beat me. You humiliated me every chance you got. You made sure to mock me, to call me every fucking name in the book."

I let out a sharp breath, staring at the person I once thought I loved. "And now? Now you're standing here, still trying to ruin me."

He called me a failure.

Failure.

The audacity.

Even after everything Lucas did—even after he slept with someone in my father's house—he still had the nerve to lie to my face. He swore he hadn't done anything, swore he was innocent. And when I told him I caught him? When I confronted him with the truth?

Lucas beat me until I could barely stand.

It wasn't that I couldn't fight back. I could have. I could've broken him in half if I wanted to. But he was my man. I never imagined myself fighting the person I loved. I never thought it would come to that. But it was almost as if Lucas wanted it.

Like he wanted the toxicity.

And now? Now this motherfucker had the audacity to record our conversation—to lie again—to try and set me up like I was the problem?

I let out a sharp breath, my fingers curling into fists. "Really, Lucas?" I scoffed. "You actually think you can play this game with me?" My lips twisted into a smirk. "Did you think I wouldn't have proof?"

I stepped forward, watching as he tried to keep his face neutral. "You must've thought I had no evidence of the beatings, huh?" My voice was low, almost a whisper, but every word was laced with venom. "That's where you fucked up, Lucas."

I tilted my head. "The cameras in this house? They caught everything. I have over ten different recordings of you putting your hands on me. Ten different videos of you abusing me. So don't even think about twisting the narrative, because I am so fucking ready for you."

Lucas swallowed, but I wasn't done.

"And hear me loud and clear, Lucas. If you so much as touch a single strand of hair on my head—or anyone I care about—I will ruin you. Not just you, but your entire dysfunctional, cheating-ass family. I will drag every last one of you down into the fucking dirt."

His face paled. His hands trembled. Good. He should be scared.

"Now," I said, my voice calm but firm, "drop the fucking keys and get the fuck out of my house before I change my mind and beat you to death myself."

Lucas didn't hesitate. He jumped up, threw the keys at me, and ran like his life depended on it.

Coward.

I exhaled sharply, my chest rising and falling. But no matter how much I tried to push it down, the memories still crept in. The way Lucas treated me. The way he broke me.

Every time I thought about it, I felt sick. How the fuck did I let myself be that patient? How the hell did I let myself become his punching bag? All because I thought he would change?

Fuck that bastard.

I muttered it under my breath as I turned around—only to remember.

The house help.

She was still standing there.

I frowned, staring at her. Should I pity her and let her go?

I didn't realize I had said it out loud until someone answered.

"Yes, you should." A voice chimed in, dripping with amusement. "It was just a little mistake. And honestly? You were even dumber than her."

My jaw tightened.

"You were dumb in that relationship," the voice continued, and I knew exactly who it was before I even turned around. "Like, seriously, why the fuck were you that stupid? You let a guy beat you to a pulp, but then you come to school acting like some alpha male?"

I turned to face her, my eyes narrowing. "Naomi."

She just couldn't keep her mouth shut, could she?

Naomi quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, realizing the shit she had just said.

I took a step toward her, voice low and dangerous. "You just don't learn, do you?"