His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 119: Caught Red Handed

Chapter 119- Caught Red Handed

Those words sent my life spiraling.

What in the actual fuck?

I had to grab Naomi's hand for support because my legs nearly gave out. This was too much. Too much information, too much insanity, too much everything. How?! How was this even real? How was any of this happening?

So Logan had proof all along? He had all this dirt, all this evidence, and yet he acted like he had nothing? Like he was powerless?

But forget Logan for a second. Let's talk about Lucas.

So he didn't just cheat on Logan. No, that would be too simple, too normal. He cheated on Logan with his step-sister. And his cousin.

His fucking cousin.

I thought shit like this only happened in books, in sick, twisted stories. But no, it was happening right here. Right in front of me. And from the look on Naomi's face, I could tell she was thinking the same thing. Because honestly, who wouldn't?

Lucas scoffed. "You're bluffing."

Logan didn't even flinch. "Do I look like I'm bluffing, Lucas?" His voice was calm, deadly.

And then he said something that made my blood run cold. "You knew how wicked I was before we started dating. You knew how I treat people who get on my nerves, right? Well, that's exactly how I'm going to treat you. I'm going to ruin you so badly you'll have no choice but to kill yourself."

My mouth dropped open.

I could not have just heard that.

I mean, I did, but still.

What the actual fuck?

I didn't even know what to do. What to say. I just stood there, listening, because who in their right mind would walk away from this kind of drama?

Lucas let out a bitter laugh. "You really think your empty threats are going to scare me? You don't have shit. Not a single photo, not a single recording of me with my cousin or my step-sister. And proof of my parents cheating? Please. If you had anything, you would've used it by now."

And then Logan smiled.

That devilish, spine-chilling smirk.

He tilted his head. "How about you, Lucas? You believe I have proof, don't you?"

Silence.

Lucas didn't say a word.

That meant it was true.

It was all fucking true.

Oh? What's wrong, dear Lucas? Why aren't you arguing now? Did your tongue suddenly get cut off?" Logan mocked.

Lucas opened his mouth, but all that came out was a pathetic, "I—I—I—"

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Logan scoffed. "Oh, so now you're stammering? Where did all that confidence go? Weren't you supposed to argue? To call me a liar? But you didn't. Because you know I have proof."

Lucas swallowed hard. "You're not actually going to post those, are you?" His voice was shaking now.

And just like that, he looked scared.

So he could be quiet. He could be calm.

"This isn't you, Logan," Lucas whispered. "This isn't the Logan I know. The Logan I know is nice. He loves me. He's obsessed with me."

Logan threw his head back and laughed.

A real, genuine laugh.

"The thing is, Lucas..." He leaned in, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. "You never even noticed when I stopped loving you."

He stepped back, his smile sharp enough to cut.

"This?" He gestured at himself. "This is who I really am. You just got lucky enough to see the nice side of me."

"It seems you're forgetting what you did to me, Lucas. How you hurt my feelings. How you treated me like trash. How you insulted my mom.

You fucking insulted my mom.

As if that wasn't enough, you called her a bitch.

You said the reason she wasn't with us was because she cheated on my dad and he beat her to death. You didn't even know if my mom was dead or if she and my dad had just separated, but instead of finding out the truth, you used something I held dear against me.

Now it's my turn.

Now, I get to use something you hold dear against you."

Logan tilted his head, his voice calm but dripping with venom. "Now, who should we start with?

Who should I post first?

Your mom? Your dad? Your step-sister? Your cousin? You?"

He let the question hang in the air.

Lucas swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Bro was scared.

And honestly? He should be.

I was supposed to feel bad for him, right? Hope that Logan didn't actually go through with exposing him? But fuck no, Lucas deserved this. Every single second of it. Because he was the one who pushed Logan to the wall. He was the one who thought Logan didn't have proof. And now?

Now he was about to learn how wrong he was.

Logan's smirk deepened. "I'm still thinking, dear Lucas. Or maybe I won't think at all. Maybe I'll just post everything based on how I feel."

Lucas stiffened, and I could see the fear in his eyes.

"You know, I was thinking about how to pay you back," Logan continued. "I could drop everything at once, but that would be too kind of me.

No, no, I want you to hate your life.

I want you to have a digital footprint. A very visible digital footprint. I want to make sure your name is forever tied to this mess. I don't just want you to feel the pain—I want your future kids, your grandkids, and your great-grandkids to all feel it.

I want them to know just how much of a loser you were, even when you're not alive anymore.

So, the real question is... how am I going to do it?"

Logan let out a laugh, shaking his head. "I'm still guessing."

Lucas was dead silent now.

But Logan wasn't done. Not even close.

"Let's not just focus on you, Lucas. Let's talk about your dad. You know, the one with the huge company and all those business partners? Imagine if a little video of him cheating on your stepmom just happened to get out. How do you think his business partners would react?"

Lucas clenched his fists, his face paling.

Logan grinned. "Or should we focus on your mom? Wait, sorry, your stepmom. You remember that TV series she and your dad do every Saturday?

'A Guide to Love and Finding the Right Partner'—that's the name, right?

Imagine what would happen if a little sex tape of hers just... leaked. Imagine the audience finding out their favorite relationship experts can't even keep a happy marriage.

I have so many ways to destroy your life, Lucas. But somehow, you decided to piss me off, and now? I'm going to make sure there's nothing left of you."

I felt Naomi shift beside me. We were still standing there, watching everything unfold, completely frozen. And then—

Logan turned in our direction.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Me and Naomi said it at the same time.

Caught.

Red.

Handed.

"Uh, uh... hi, Logan," I stammered. "Naomi came to see you."

Logan just stared at us. Unblinking. Expression unreadable.

The silence stretched, making my skin crawl.

And then, finally, he spoke.

"How long have you both been here?"