His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 113: The Ghost Of My Past

Chapter 113- The Ghost of My Past

Logan's POV

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"Do you miss me, dear Logan?"

The moment I heard that voice, my entire mood crashed.

No—crashed wasn't even the right word. It exploded.

A deep, gut-wrenching anger surged through me, dark and all-consuming. I hadn't felt rage like this in a long time.

And of course, it had to be him.

The last person who ever made me this furious.

Lucas.

The name alone made my jaw tighten, my hands curl into fists.

Memories flooded my mind like a dam breaking—memories I had shoved so deep inside me that I thought I had buried them for good.

But just like that, he had dug them up.

The betrayal.

The lies.

The way he cheated on me without an ounce of remorse, how he tore me apart and smiled while doing it.

Lucas had been my first love.

The only guy I had ever given a real chance.

The only one I had loved more than myself.

And in return, he destroyed me.

I remembered it all like it had happened just yesterday.

The way he manipulated me into thinking everything was my fault.

How he would cheat and then twist the situation to make me apologize.

The nights he ignored me, leaving me drowning in self-doubt, while he went out partying and sleeping around.

The way he always had an excuse, always had a reason that somehow made him the victim.

How he made me feel like I was too much—too needy, too sensitive, too dramatic—when all I ever wanted was love.

The way he convinced me that I was lucky to have him, as if he was some kind of gift instead of a disease.

The first time he hit me.

I had never been hit before. Not by my father, not by anyone.

But he had been the first.

And the worst part? I stayed.

Even after that, I went back to him, thinking maybe he'd change.

Maybe he hadn't meant it.

Maybe I was the problem.

And that's exactly how he wanted me to think.

Lucas made sure I never saw myself clearly.

He stripped away my confidence, piece by piece, until I barely recognized who I was.

He made me hate myself.

He made me insecure, so insecure that I couldn't even look in the mirror without hearing his voice in my head, whispering all the ways I wasn't good enough.

And the worst part? He shattered the dream I once had—the dream of marrying him, of building a life together, of happiness.

He ruined that.

He ruined me.

Lucas hadn't just cheated—he was a chronic, shameless cheater. And not just with guys. Women, too.

It didn't matter who. If they stroked his ego, he was theirs.

I remembered the night I confronted him about it.

I had gathered every ounce of courage left in me, looked him in the eye, and asked him why.

Why would he do this to me?

To us?

And do you know what he did?

He laughed.

Then, without a second thought, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey—Black Thorn Whiskey, his favorite—and smashed it against my head.

I blacked out instantly.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed.

Lucas had brought me there himself.

And he had lied.

He told the doctor I had fallen, that I was clumsy.

I tried to tell the truth, but Lucas did what he did best.

He smiled. He charmed. He manipulated.

And in the end, the doctor believed him.

Lucas had stripped me of everything—my self-worth, my dignity, my sanity.

And now?

Now, the bastard was back.

What the fuck did he want from me this time?

Hadn't he done enough?

Couldn't he just disappear from my life forever?

Why did he always have to come back?

Why couldn't he just let me live?

I gritted my teeth, rage simmering inside me like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

He stood up.

Naked.

His dick dangling in front of him like he wasn't the absolute worst person to ever walk the earth.

And with that same sick, seductive smirk, he walked toward me.

I stared at him, trying to understand.

What the fuck was he doing?

What did he think he was doing?

Did he actually believe any of this bullshit was going to work on me?

"Who let you in?" I demanded

Lucas stopped mid-step, tilting his head like I had just asked the wrong question.

"Logan," he purred, his voice as smooth as ever. "Is that really how you greet your long-lost lover?"

I felt my entire body tense.

I hated the way he said my name.

I hated the way he still spoke to me like he had any power here.

I clenched my jaw.

"Do not fucking call me that," I spat. "And answer my damn question—"

I took a threatening step closer, my fists twitching at my sides.

"Who. Let. You. In?"

"Tell me this very instant before I throw you out of this house, you bastard!" I growled, barely holding myself back from ripping Lucas apart.

He smirked, the same smug, arrogant smirk that made my blood boil.

"Calm down, Lion," he purred. "You don't have to bite me."

Lucas leaned casually, completely unfazed by the anger brewing inside me.

"It seems you're forgetting that you gave me the spare key to this house," he said smoothly. "I came back to town and thought I'd pay my long-time lover a visit."

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.

"Do not call me your long-time lover, you abusive bastard!" I snapped. "I'm not yours. Get that thought out of your head before I grab a knife and stab you this very instant."

He chuckled, shaking his head like I was some child throwing a tantrum. "Calm down, Logan. I don't mean any harm. There's no need to act like you're about to bite me."

"Can you fucking hear yourself?!" I exploded. "You don't mean any harm? You broke into my house without my consent, and then—" My voice caught in my throat as I threw a furious glance at the half-dressed house help standing in the corner, trembling. "—you had the audacity to fuck my house help?"

I took a threatening step forward, breathing heavily.

"You don't mean any harm, but you did this bullshit?

Then what would you have done if you did mean harm? Huh? What then, Lucas? Would you have cut off my neck? Would you have burned this house down?

You never change.

And you never will."

Lucas simply smirked, unfazed.

I turned to the house help, my patience snapping like a fragile thread.

"As for you," I said coldly, "pack your stuff. You're leaving as soon as my dad gets back."