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 me. "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 me a pile of shit and trying to tell me it was gold. Like he actually believed he was doing something 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 me that it was black.

That’s exactly what this moment 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 me like poison.

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

He nodded like a fool.

"Okay, fine," I said. "Simple question then. Did you, or did you not, tell me 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 some kind of ghost? Or did she suddenly rise up like Lazarus?"

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

The woman I spent my whole life mourning.

"So what now?" I snapped, still pointing at her. "You’re telling me 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, come back, it’s time 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 me like he had just dropped the deepest wisdom in the world. Like he expected me 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 something 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 me she was dead, huh? When you looked me 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 me again, but this time, I didn’t even glance his way.

"And one more thing," I said, raising my voice again, "don’t you ever—I mean, don’t you ever in your motherfucking life—tell me 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 me 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 came 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 something 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 me.

"Even if you won’t listen to me—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 moment 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 something 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 come here and try to lecture me on how a son should treat a mother. Don’t you dare stand in front of me and play the loving-mother role when all my life, you were dead to me."

"You were a ghost. A lie. A name 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 me one small favor."

"Stay silent."

Her mouth dropped slightly in shock.

Like she didn’t expect me 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 me like that. Like I was some wild surprise. Like I was the one hurting her.

So I didn’t even care anymore.

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"This is the last time 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 me, Lucian. You know I don’t throw that kind of swear around unless I mean it."

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

"Good," I said, giving a tight smile. "So you won’t think I’m joking. And you won’t accuse me 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 me 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 me I was your only child."