His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 195: Get Out

Chapter 195- Get Out!!

LOGAN’S POV

"You didn’t lack anything," I said, my voice sharp, loud, and shaking with anger. "You had everything in this life when you were with my father. Every damn thing!"

I took a few steps forward, not even realizing how close I was getting to her.

"There’s nothing—nothing—that man didn’t give you. He gave you love, money, respect. He treated you like a fucking queen. You wore the best clothes, drove the best cars, lived in a beautiful house. And now you’re standing here, blaming for your ss?"

I pointed to myself.

"? A child? That’s who you choose to bla?"

"You claid I was sick? We both know I was never sick. The only ti I was sick was just a normal baby sickness "

"So even though I was sick? Did that warrant you bringing in different n into you and dad’s bed?"

"And it’s not like we were poor. It’s not like you had no food to eat. It’s not like you were struggling to feed , and cheating was your only way to survive. That wasn’t the case. You cheated out of pure selfishness, and now you’re standing here with your whole chest saying it was my fault?"

I stared at her like she was a stranger. Because in that mont, she was.

"You’re not even ashad," I muttered, shaking my head. "You’re not even fucking ashad of yourself."

I stepped closer again, my voice breaking.

"How can you accuse a little child of making you cheat? A fucking child?!"

I yelled the words, but she didn’t flinch. She didn’t cry. She didn’t apologize.

She stared right in the eye—and said sothing that shattered .

"You caused it all!" she scread. "You made cheat! If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve still had a happy ho! I would’ve still had your father and our little girl! I would’ve been happy!"

My mouth went dry. I blinked, hoping I heard her wrong. But she kept going.

"If only you weren’t born," she hissed, eyes wild and angry. "If only you never ca into this world, I would’ve been happy."

My breath caught in my throat.

"I had the mind to kill you when you were a baby," she said coldly. "But I got scared. I held back. And look where it got ."

She looked dead in the eye.

"I should’ve listened to that voice. I should’ve done it. Because you ruined everything."

Silence.

Complete silence.

Even the air around us felt frozen.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I just stared at her, numb. My ears were ringing, my chest was tight, and my legs felt like they could give out at any second.

I turned slowly to look at my dad. His face was pale. His eyes wide like he couldn’t believe she actually said those words out loud.

Even Tyler was stunned. He didn’t say anything. He just stood there like his body couldn’t keep up with his mind.

I laughed.

Not because it was funny.

But because if I didn’t laugh, I was going to cry—or scream—or completely lose control.

I ran a hand through my hair and turned back to face my dad.

"This is her?" I asked, smiling bitterly. "This is the woman you called to beg not to leave?"

I pointed toward her.

"This is the sa woman you said I should respect?"

I laughed again, louder this ti, bitter and broken.

"Was this the mother you were trying to protect?"

I took a step back and looked at her one more ti. Her face was twisted with so much hate I didn’t even recognize her.

"She’s wishing I was dead," I said, more to myself than anyone. "She’s blaming for her infidelity. For the choices she made. For opening her legs for different n."

I scoffed.

"Imagine that. Blaming soone else for your affair."

I looked her in the eye one last ti.

"How stupid can you be?"

I knew I had disrespected her with everything I just said. I knew I had crossed lines.

But at that point—I didn’t care anymore.

Because why the hell should I respect soone who looked in the eye and said she wished I was dead?

Why should I respect soone who blad for their sins?

I stood there, not blinking, not shaking, just staring at the woman who gave birth to but never truly loved .

"Why?"

That was all I could ask at first. Just one word. My throat was dry.

Dad looked at with a deep sigh. His voice was soft—like he already knew nothing he said would make things better.

"I’m so sorry," he whispered. "I didn’t an for her to co here and talk to you like that."

I stared at him, eyebrows drawn together, waiting.

"I actually called her here so she could plead with you. Beg you not to leave."

He sounded ashad.

"She’s been begging for years now, asking to let her back into your life. Said she needed to apologize, that she’s changed. But I didn’t listen to her. I told her to fuck off."

He paused, rubbing the back of his neck like he didn’t even believe his own words anymore.

"But when I saw you packing, when I realized you were really leaving... I panicked. I didn’t know what else to do. So I called her. I thought maybe—maybe—if she begged you herself, you’d stay. And if you stayed... maybe I’d consider giving her another chance. A fresh start."

I scoffed.

"So this is the change she was talking about?"

I took a slow step forward and shook my head.

"This is the new person she claid to be?"

My voice cracked, but I didn’t let the pain show.

"She ca in here and blad a child for her cheating. She said she wished I was dead, Dad. That’s the person you brought into this house to beg ?"

I laughed bitterly.

"I should cry, right?" I whispered more to myself than anyone else. "But I won’t. Not for her."

I turned to face her.

Even her na made sick.

"You know what, Lily," I said sharply, even though I knew that wasn’t her real na. I didn’t care. She didn’t deserve her real na.

At that point, she wasn’t a mother to . She was nothing.

"It’s Rachel," Dad said gently from behind . "Her na’s Rachel."

I didn’t even look at him.

"You don’t need to tell that, Dad," I muttered. "Because her real na ans nothing to . It doesn’t change what she did. It doesn’t fix the way she just spoke to ."

I faced her fully now, eyes locked on hers.

"You ca here and didn’t do anything good. You didn’t apologize. You didn’t act like soone who was sorry. You didn’t help my father talk to . You didn’t fix anything."

"You’re useless," I said with a tight, cold smile. "And useless people don’t deserve to be in this house."

She flinched.

"In fact, you never should’ve been allowed back in."

I took a breath, then growled through clenched teeth, "Now I’m going to count to ten, and by the ti I get there, I want your bitch ass out of this house."

She looked like she wanted to say sothing, but I didn’t let her.

"If I ever see you again—ever—I won’t just say you’re dead like my dad once did. No... I’ll make it true."

My voice dropped into a low whisper full of hatred.

"I’ll be the one to wipe you off this earth. With my own hands if I have to."

"Now get the fuck out before I give you another reason to hate yourself."