His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 130 - 3…….2……1 Empty

Chapter 130- 3...2...1 empty

Tyler's POV

I walked into my room and slamd the door shut. My hands were shaking as I pulled open my closet, grabbing whatever I could.

The room was quiet except for the sound of the zipper screeching as I dragged it across my travel bag. I tossed in a few shirts, a pair of jeans, socks, my charger. That was all. I didn't care about anything else. I had a trip planned in a few days, but at that mont, I couldn't even rember what the trip was for, or why it mattered.

Because everything was burning.

Behind , I could hear her crying again. Loud this ti. Hysterical.

"Tyler... please. Please don't do this..."

I didn't answer. I didn't even look at her.

I kept folding the little I could and shoving it inside my bag like the room was on fire and I had to escape before the smoke choked .

"If you want to be with him," I finally muttered, my back still turned, "then maybe I should leave you both alone in this house."

She sobbed louder. "Tyler no, don't say that. Don't do this. I didn't an to hurt you. I was confused—"

"No," I cut her off, spinning to face her. "You were not confused, Mom. You made a choice."

"I didn't an to—"

"You did!" I snapped, my voice rising with every word. "You ant to. You chose him over everything we planned. You chose him over everything we sacrificed. You chose him over your freedom!"

Tears stread down her face as she reached for , but I stepped back, dragging my bag toward the door.

I felt sick. I felt betrayed. I felt like everything I did to protect her, every single sacrifice I made, had been thrown in the trash... for so man she just t.

"I rember when we sat in the car, rember?" I said, my voice shaking. "You were crying so hard you couldn't even breathe. You said you were tired. You said you wanted to run. You begged to help you. And I did. I believed you."

"I wasn't lying!" she cried. "I ant it. I did—"

"Then what happened?" I yelled. "What changed? Sex? Was it that good that it erased all your pain? All your trauma? Huh?"

She covered her face, sobbing harder.

"You told Declan destroyed your soul. You said you couldn't sleep at night. That the bruises still hurt. You wanted out. And now, after three days with so stranger, you're ready to throw all of that away?" My voice cracked. "God, what did he do to you, Mom? What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I didn't know it would be this hard," she whispered.

I laughed bitterly. "It's hard because you're making it hard. You chose to fall for a man who barely knows your na. You chose to trust him over your own son."

"I didn't an to hurt you, Tyler."

"Well, you did," I snapped, heading for the door. "So congratulations."

I pulled out my phone and opened Google Maps, searching for nearby hotels. Anywhere with four walls and a roof would do. I just needed to breathe. Think. Rebuild.

She was still begging. Still on her knees.

But I couldn't stay.

I didn't want to.

I was about to close the map when a photo popped up on a side ad. It was small, a little blurry, but I knew that face. My thumb froze above the screen.

No f**king way.

I tapped the image, and it expanded.

My eyes narrowed.

That was him.

Her lover.

The sa man she said made her believe in love again.

He was smiling... standing close to soone. Too close.

I zood in.

No. No... it couldn't be.

I ran back into the living room and shoved the phone in her face. "Who is this?!"

She blinked at the screen, wiping her tears.

"That's... that's him. That's my—my—"

"Your what?!" I growled. "Your boyfriend? Your soulmate? Your three-day f**king fairytale?"

She looked up at , confused. "Why are you showing this?"

"Look again," I said coldly. "Look at who he's standing beside."

Her eyes scanned the image again, and then I saw it—the mont her heart sank. Her breath caught. She stumbled backward, nearly tripping over the couch.

"Why..." I said slowly, my jaw clenching, "why the hell is he standing next to Declan like he's one of his guards?"

She shook her head. "No... no no no no... This can't be true..."

"Is this the kind of man you threw your life away for?" I shouted. "One of Declan's people?! Soone working for the very monster you were running from?!"

She covered her mouth with both hands, shaking uncontrollably.

"Mom..." I said, voice tight. "Please tell ... you didn't give him the money."

She froze.

Didn't blink.

Didn't breathe.

Didn't say a word.

She just stood there... and then... she bolted for her phone.

"Wait—Mom—!"

She didn't hear . Or maybe she did, and she just didn't care. Her fingers were already dialing, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

It rang once.

Twice.

Straight to voicemail.

She tried again. And again.

"Pick up! Please, pick up!!" she cried, pressing the phone hard against her ear like she could force him to answer. "Why isn't he picking up?!"

She dropped the phone on the couch and grabbed her head with both hands, clutching her hair, pulling it like she could rip the truth out of her own skull.

"Oh God," she cried. "Oh God, no. No no no no..."

I stared at her, my throat closing.

"Mom," I said slowly. "Please. Tell it's not what I'm thinking."

She looked up at , tears spilling down her cheeks.

"It is," she whispered.

I swallowed hard. "Please don't tell you gave him the money."

She collapsed onto the couch, her voice cracking. "I gave him everything. All the money Declan gave . He said he'd help start sothing real. He said he believed in . He... he said he loved , Tyler."

I stumbled backward, like her words had slapped across the face.

Everything made sense now.

Everything.

The timing.

The way he showed up right after Declan sent the transfer.

She never noticed—never questioned it.

That bastard must've been there... he must've seen the alert, or overheard her talking about the money. And like a vulture, he circled in. Played the perfect man. Played on her loneliness. Gained her trust.

And she handed it over—all of it.

That's when the phone rang.

We both froze.

Her eyes shot to the screen, and her hand shook as she picked it up.

She didn't even ask who it was.

She just answered.

And thank God she put it on speaker.

Because every word that ca out of that phone burned straight through my chest like acid.

"Do not ever fking call this number again," the man snarled.

My mother gasped, holding the phone out like it might explode.

"If you ever try to reach again, I swear to God I'll kill you. I'll bury your pathetic body sowhere so deep, not even God himself will find you."

I stood frozen.

My blood ran cold.

"A-asher—" she stamred.

"Oh, glad you know who is calling ?" he sneered. That's cute. Real fking cute."**

She was shaking. "Please, I gave you—"

"Yeah. You gave the money. In love." He laughed—a cruel, mocking sound. "And guess what? That ans it's mine now. All mine. You were dumb enough to hand it over, so don't co crying to now."

I watched her crumble. Her entire body folded in on itself, her hand trembling as she clutched the phone like it was the only thing keeping her breathing.

"As for your precious money," he laughed—a low, twisted kind of laugh, "I honestly don't know how you were dumb enough to think I loved you. But hey... that kitty cat of yours? Mmm. Real sweet. If I'm ever bored again, maybe I'll hit you up for one last round. For the nostalgia."

I saw my mom drop to her knees.

"You know, I actually get it now," he continued, voice still sharp and smug, "why my boss—oh wait, ex-boss, Declan—fumbled this. You're pathetic. Easy. Lonely. The perfect fool."

"No..." Mom sobbed. "No, this can't be—"

"But I gotta thank you," he went on. "You gave the easiest score of my life. All that money? Mine now. All mine. And I'm gonna spend it on my actual wife—the one I love, the one I've been with for years, not so sad lady I t three damn days ago."

"You think I cared about your love life?" he said. "I only cared about the money. Within 48 hours, you were giving your bank details. Access codes. PINs. You didn't even blink. How stupid can soone be?"

I looked away. I couldn't bear to watch her cry like this. But I couldn't move either.

"Anyway, you'll be getting a debit alert right about..." he paused, and I swear I could hear him smile.

"3... 2... 1..."

BING!

Her phone pinged.

She gasped and stared at the screen.

I didn't need to look.

I already knew.

The money was gone.

All of it.

"Now say goodbye to your money..." he whispered.

"...and goodbye to . Because we're both gone."