His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 113: The Ghost Of My Past

Chapter 113- The Ghost of My Past

Logan's POV

"Do you miss , dear Logan?"

The mont I heard that voice, my entire mood crashed.

No—crashed wasn't even the right word. It exploded.

A deep, gut-wrenching anger surged through , dark and all-consuming. I hadn't felt rage like this in a long ti.

And of course, it had to be him.

The last person who ever made this furious.

Lucas.

The na alone made my jaw tighten, my hands curl into fists.

mories flooded my mind like a dam breaking—mories I had shoved so deep inside that I thought I had buried them for good.

But just like that, he had dug them up.

The betrayal.

The lies.

The way he cheated on without an ounce of remorse, how he tore apart and smiled while doing it.

Lucas had been my first love.

The only guy I had ever given a real chance.

The only one I had loved more than myself.

And in return, he destroyed .

I rembered it all like it had happened just yesterday.

The way he manipulated into thinking everything was my fault.

How he would cheat and then twist the situation to make apologize.

The nights he ignored , leaving drowning in self-doubt, while he went out partying and sleeping around.

The way he always had an excuse, always had a reason that sohow made him the victim.

How he made feel like I was too much—too needy, too sensitive, too dramatic—when all I ever wanted was love.

The way he convinced that I was lucky to have him, as if he was so kind of gift instead of a disease.

The first ti he hit .

I had never been hit before. Not by my father, not by anyone.

But he had been the first.

And the worst part? I stayed.

Even after that, I went back to him, thinking maybe he'd change.

Maybe he hadn't ant it.

Maybe I was the problem.

And that's exactly how he wanted to think.

Lucas made sure I never saw myself clearly.

He stripped away my confidence, piece by piece, until I barely recognized who I was.

He made hate myself.

He made insecure, so insecure that I couldn't even look in the mirror without hearing his voice in my head, whispering all the ways I wasn't good enough.

And the worst part? He shattered the dream I once had—the dream of marrying him, of building a life together, of happiness.

He ruined that.

He ruined .

Lucas hadn't just cheated—he was a chronic, shaless cheater. And not just with guys. Won, too.

It didn't matter who. If they stroked his ego, he was theirs.

I rembered the night I confronted him about it.

I had gathered every ounce of courage left in , looked him in the eye, and asked him why.

Why would he do this to ?

To us?

And do you know what he did?

He laughed.

Then, without a second thought, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey—Black Thorn Whiskey, his favorite—and smashed it against my head.

I blacked out instantly.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed.

Lucas had brought there himself.

And he had lied.

He told the doctor I had fallen, that I was clumsy.

I tried to tell the truth, but Lucas did what he did best.

He smiled. He chard. He manipulated.

And in the end, the doctor believed him.

Lucas had stripped of everything—my self-worth, my dignity, my sanity.

And now?

Now, the bastard was back.

What the fuck did he want from this ti?

Hadn't he done enough?

Couldn't he just disappear from my life forever?

Why did he always have to co back?

Why couldn't he just let live?

I gritted my teeth, rage simring inside like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

He stood up.

Naked.

His dick dangling in front of him like he wasn't the absolute worst person to ever walk the earth.

And with that sa sick, seductive smirk, he walked toward .

I stared at him, trying to understand.

What the fuck was he doing?

What did he think he was doing?

Did he actually believe any of this bullshit was going to work on ?

"Who let you in?" I demanded

Lucas stopped mid-step, tilting his head like I had just asked the wrong question.

"Logan," he purred, his voice as smooth as ever. "Is that really how you greet your long-lost lover?"

I felt my entire body tense.

I hated the way he said my na.

I hated the way he still spoke to like he had any power here.

I clenched my jaw.

"Do not fucking call that," I spat. "And answer my damn question—"

I took a threatening step closer, my fists twitching at my sides.

"Who. Let. You. In?"

"Tell this very instant before I throw you out of this house, you bastard!" I growled, barely holding myself back from ripping Lucas apart.

He smirked, the sa smug, arrogant smirk that made my blood boil.

"Calm down, Lion," he purred. "You don't have to bite ."

Lucas leaned casually, completely unfazed by the anger brewing inside .

"It seems you're forgetting that you gave the spare key to this house," he said smoothly. "I ca back to town and thought I'd pay my long-ti lover a visit."

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.

"Do not call your long-ti lover, you abusive bastard!" I snapped. "I'm not yours. Get that thought out of your head before I grab a knife and stab you this very instant."

He chuckled, shaking his head like I was so child throwing a tantrum. "Calm down, Logan. I don't an any harm. There's no need to act like you're about to bite ."

"Can you fucking hear yourself?!" I exploded. "You don't an any harm? You broke into my house without my consent, and then—" My voice caught in my throat as I threw a furious glance at the half-dressed house help standing in the corner, trembling. "—you had the audacity to fuck my house help?"

I took a threatening step forward, breathing heavily.

"You don't an any harm, but you did this bullshit?

Then what would you have done if you did an harm? Huh? What then, Lucas? Would you have cut off my neck? Would you have burned this house down?

You never change.

And you never will."

Lucas simply smirked, unfazed.

I turned to the house help, my patience snapping like a fragile thread.

"As for you," I said coldly, "pack your stuff. You're leaving as soon as my dad gets back."