His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 149: The Truth

Chapter 149- The Truth

Beatrice POV

I shut my eyes, feeling heat crawl up my neck and face. My chest tightened with shame. Even saying it out loud made me feel dirty, stupid, and foolish.

"We met, we talked, he seemed really nice. He listened to me. He cared. Or at least, he acted like he did. We talked about so many things... life, regrets, love. I don't know, I guess I thought maybe... maybe I finally found someone who saw me."

My voice was shaking. I was talking fast, like if I rushed through it, it would hurt less.

"He invited me to his place so we could talk more—more privately—and I went. One thing led to another, and we... we had sex. That was just a day after we met."

I paused and looked away.

Silence.

Then he laughed.

Not just any laugh—that laugh. That mocking, cruel laugh that always made me feel smaller than dirt.

"You must be really sex-starved," he said, shaking his head.

He leaned back, still smirking. "Actually, no. There's no 'must be.' You are sex-starved. So the guy just gave you some dick and you forgot everything? Even your son?"

My stomach dropped.

It felt like he'd just slapped me with those words.

My face burned with shame. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I hated that he could make me feel like this—like trash. Like I wasn't even a mother, just some cheap woman who couldn't keep her legs closed.

But I still found my voice. Even if it was small.

"No... it wasn't like that," I whispered, eyes stinging. "Even Tyler... he approved of our relationship."

He scoffed again. Louder this time. "Did Tyler know that the relationship started less than 24 hours after you met the guy?"

I didn't say anything.

I just looked down.

Because the answer was no.

He didn't know that.

He only knew the version I showed him—the clean version, the careful version. Not the truth.

Declan leaned forward, his voice low and cutting.

"Exactly," he said. "That alone should tell you that even your own son knew something wasn't right. He may not have known the details, but he felt it. Kids always do."

I didn't respond.

Because what was I supposed to say?

What excuse could I possibly give that would make anything I did make sense?

Nothing.

So I sat there, quiet and broken, staring at the floor, feeling more ashamed than I had in years.

"You can continue."

His voice was cold. Firm. Like he was running out of patience—and fast.

"What exactly made him that mad?" he asked again, folding his arms. "Because I know Tyler. And I know my son didn't run away just because of some random man you slept with."

He leaned forward now, his stare piercing through me. "No, Beatrice. That's not it. So what did you do? What are you hiding?"

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

My throat was dry. My hands were shaking.

I felt like throwing up.

This wasn't just embarrassing anymore. This was dangerous. Because if I say the wrong thing... if I confess too much... he might snap. Again. And this time, I may not survive it.

I took a deep breath and quietly said a prayer in my head.

Please, God. Please don't let him hit me. Please don't let him kill me. Not yet. Not like this.

"Spill it, Beatrice," he growled, dragging me back to the moment. "Don't keep me waiting. Time is ticking. The more you waste my time, the longer your son stays missing."

I nodded slowly, forcing my lips to move.

"He got angry at me..." I started, pausing for air. My voice cracked.

"He didn't just get angry because I slept with someone I barely knew. He got angry because... because I gave him all my money."

He narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean you gave him all your money?"

I swallowed. My mouth was dry again.

"I mean... I gave him all my money. My life savings. Every single dollar—including the millions you gave me."

His face changed.

It froze.

Like he didn't understand what he just heard.

So I repeated it again.

"I gave him everything."

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He just kept staring at me, his lips slightly parted in disbelief.

"I told Tyler," I went on quickly, my voice shaking. "I told him everything because I wanted to be honest with him. We were supposed to use the money to build something for ourselves. Start a small business. Do something that would give us steady income, you know? Something that would help us stand on our own two feet before asking you for anything again."

I blinked away the tears building up in my eyes.

"But instead... I gave it all to that man."

"Why?" he asked sharply. "Why would you do something that stupid?"

"Because he said he had investment ideas!" I cried out. "He told me he knew people, he had connections. That if I trusted him and let him handle it, he could turn the money into something bigger. He told me I would never be broke again."

I paused, chest heaving.

"He sounded so confident. So smart. I didn't want to lose the chance, so I transferred all the money to him."

He looked at me like I was insane.

"That's what got Tyler mad," I whispered. "That's why he left. He felt betrayed. He trusted me, and I threw our future away."

There was a long, thick silence.

I could feel him judging me, tearing me apart in his mind. And honestly, I couldn't even blame him.

"You're not telling me everything," he finally said. "There has to be more. That alone can't be the only reason why Tyler would leave you like that. He's stubborn, but not careless. Something else must've happened."

I wiped my tears and nodded slowly.

"There's more," I admitted in a whisper. "We found out the man never loved me. He didn't want to help me. He lied. About everything."

"What?"

"He ran away with the money," I choked out. "He blocked me. Disappeared. It was all a scam."

His eyes widened.

He looked at me like I just told him the sky fell.

I kept talking, even though I was shaking.

"That was what broke Tyler. That was when he finally gave up on me. He said I let a stranger walk in and destroy our lives. And then... he left."

He stood up slowly, staring at me like I wasn't even human.

"What?" he said again, almost too calm.

Then his voice exploded.

"Are you fucking serious, Beatrice?!"