His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 192: You Lied

Chapter 192- You Lied!!

LOGAN’S POV

"Logan, I swear I didn’t lie to you," my father said, his voice soft like he thought it would calm . "I only did it for your own good. You were too young to understand."

That was what he called an explanation?

That?

That wasn’t an explanation.

That was trash. Complete and total trash.

He was standing there, handing a pile of shit and trying to tell it was gold. Like he actually believed he was doing sothing smart. Like he thought I’d hear that and just nod my head and go, ’Oh okay, makes sense now.’

No. Hell no.

I was burning inside, and he was trying to cover the fire with paper lies.

It felt like I was seeing red—pure, blinding red—and he was standing there, swearing to that it was black.

That’s exactly what this mont felt like.

I stepped closer, my chest heaving with every breath. My fists were clenched so tight, my nails were digging into my palms.

"Can you even hear yourself right now?" I asked, voice low and shaking. "Do you actually believe what you’re saying?"

I tilted my head slightly, sarcasm pouring out of like poison.

"Because I’m really confused, Dad. You said you didn’t lie to ... right?"

He nodded like a fool.

"Okay, fine," I said. "Simple question then. Did you, or did you not, tell that she was dead?"

Silence.

I let out a bitter laugh. "Now... if she was dead like you said, what is she doing here? Is she now so kind of ghost? Or did she suddenly rise up like Lazarus?"

I turned and pointed at her—Lily. Yeah, that’s right. Her na is Lily.

The woman I spent my whole life mourning.

"So what now?" I snapped, still pointing at her. "You’re telling she rose from the dead? What are you trying to say, huh? That she was chilling in the grave and you just woke her up one day like, ’Hey Lily, co back, it’s ti to confuse your son.’ Is that what happened?"

My voice was rising, louder and louder.

"Is she Lazarus now? And you, what? You’re Jesus?"

No one moved.

Then he had the nerve—the nerve—to say, "Logan, don’t talk like that to your mother. She’s going to get hurt. Don’t you know there’s power in the tongue?"

I blinked.

I blinked so hard I thought my eyeballs would fall out.

He looked at like he had just dropped the deepest wisdom in the world. Like he expected to reflect on it and break down crying in guilt.

Instead, I let out the loudest, most disgusted scoff known to man. It tore out of my throat like a beast.

"You’re really sothing else," I said, laughing bitterly. "Now suddenly, there’s power in the tongue?"

"Suddenly, if I say she’s dead, she’ll die, right? My words have magic now?"

I took a few steps closer to him. "Where was the power in the tongue when you told she was dead, huh? When you looked in the face and lied, over and over again, saying she was gone forever—where was the power then?"

"When you told a child that his mother was gone, that she wasn’t coming back—wasn’t that powerful enough?"

I looked around at all of them. Each of their faces looked like clowns in a sick joke.

"You’re a clown," I whispered. "All of you are clowns."

I could feel Tyler’s hand twitching beside again, but this ti, I didn’t even glance his way.

"And one more thing," I said, raising my voice again, "don’t you ever—I an, don’t you ever in your motherfucking life—tell not to hurt my mother."

I turned toward Lily again, locking eyes with her, my heart thumping in pain and disgust.

"Because she is not my mother."

"I don’t have a mother," I said coldly, my eyes locked on Lucian’s. "And right now, I’m starting to believe I don’t even have a father either."

My voice shook, not from fear—but from how deep the rage was crawling through my chest.

"Because everything I’m seeing in this house right now..." I paused, swallowing the lump that rose in my throat, "...makes feel like I’m an orphan."

The word tasted bitter as hell on my tongue, but it was the only truth I had left.

Lucian didn’t respond. His face was stiff—like the words slapped him.

Then her voice ca again.

"Logan, son, please..." she said.

Son?

I almost laughed.

"Please listen to your father," she continued, sounding desperate. "Don’t let your anger make you say sothing you’ll regret. Please, Logan. Just try to control your emotions. Don’t let anger destroy your future."

She was trembling as she talked, her voice shaky, soft like it was supposed to matter to .

"Even if you won’t listen to —as your mother, who is just asking you to calm down—then at least listen to your father. We both want the best for you."

That was the mont I almost threw up.

I’m not kidding.

The words she said? They were like poison crawling down my ears and straight into my stomach.

I actually had to pause because I felt sothing rising in my throat. Like my body was rejecting her voice.

I looked at her with nothing but pure disgust. "Wow," I said, dryly. "Big words. Big performance."

I let out a bitter, humorless laugh.

"I honestly don’t know if you don’t understand English—or maybe your ears are broken?"

She froze, blinking fast.

"Because I already said it once, and I’ll say it again," I said, my voice sharp now, slicing through the silence like glass.

"You are not my mother."

I took a step toward her.

"You have never been my mother. And you will never be my mother."

The room fell so quiet.

"So don’t co here and try to lecture on how a son should treat a mother. Don’t you dare stand in front of and play the loving-mother role when all my life, you were dead to ."

"You were a ghost. A lie. A na I never even got to say out loud."

My voice cracked just a little.

"So please," I added, waving my hand in the air like I was shooing her away. "Do one small favor."

"Stay silent."

Her mouth dropped slightly in shock.

Like she didn’t expect to say that. Like the past ten minutes of yelling didn’t make it clear how done I was.

But that’s the thing—ever since she walked through that door, she’d been looking at like that. Like I was so wild surprise. Like I was the one hurting her.

So I didn’t even care anymore.

I turned back to Lucian.

"This is the last ti I’m asking you this question," I said.

My voice was low now. Cold.

"I swear with my life," I added, locking eyes with him. "And you know , Lucian. You know I don’t throw that kind of swear around unless I an it."

He nodded slowly, looking like a man who knew sothing bad was coming.

"Good," I said, giving a tight smile. "So you won’t think I’m joking. And you won’t accuse of blackmail. You won’t call this a tantrum or a cry for attention."

"No. This is serious."

I took a step closer to him, my voice steady now.

"Why did you tell she was dead?"

Silence.

"But that’s not even all," I continued, my hands shaking. "You didn’t just lie about her being dead."

I paused, staring straight into his soul.

"You told I was your only child."