His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 14: Man Of Honor ll

Chapter 14- Man Of Honor ll

Tyler's POV

Silence followed immediately.

The room felt suffocating.

My breath was heavy, my pulse a loud, erratic drum in my ears. I could feel the heat rising in my chest, the sheer absurdity of what he had just said making my hands clench into fists.

And then, before I could stop myself—

I laughed.

A sharp, cold, bitter laugh.

This man—this pathetic excuse of a father—thought I would stand next to him at his wedding? Stand beside him, like some obedient little son, smiling while he played the perfect groom?

Over my dead body.

I let the words slip out, sharp and unwavering. "Over my dead body."

The smirk on his face didn't falter. In fact, it grew. His blue eyes gleamed with amusement as he tilted his head, rubbing his chin like he was considering something entertaining.

"Well," he mused, "if that's what you want, I can certainly make that wish come true."

I froze.

For a split second, I wasn't sure I heard him correctly.

I narrowed my eyes. "Did that just come out of your mouth?"

He didn't answer. Just smirked.

A wave of disbelief washed over me. Had this man lost the last functioning brain cell he had? Maybe when he got his head banged against the wall all those years ago, it knocked something loose?

Because what the actual fuck?

I scoffed, crossing my arms. "If the only reason you came here is to say something as stupid as this, then I suggest you turn your ass around and go back to wherever the hell you crawled out from. I'm not doing it."

His smirk didn't waver. "Oh, son, you seem to be under the illusion that this is a choice."

I clenched my jaw.

He stepped closer, eyes gleaming with that sick amusement he always carried, like everything was just a game to him. "I didn't come here to ask you to be my man of honor. I came to tell you that you are my man of honor. There's no agreement needed. No discussion. I was simply being polite." He let out a low chuckle. "Which, honestly, is very generous of me."

I let out a humorless laugh. "Oh, I pity you." I turned on my heel, already walking away. "You're going to be so damn disappointed when you see me walk out of here in the next few seconds. You better find someone as pathetic as you to stand next to you, because I'm not doing any of this bullshit."

I had barely made it two steps when his voice cut through the air.

"Perhaps it's time to say goodbye to Mommy Dearest, then?"

I stopped.

The blood drained from my face.

My hands curled into tight fists at my sides.

"Or," he continued, voice light, almost amused, "maybe I should just kill Mommy Dearest? That way, at least you'll have something to cry about. Something to make you as pathetic as you claim my man of honor would be."

My breath hitched.

He let out a sigh, tapping his chin like he was weighing his options. "I've been considering my choices. Should I stab her? Drown her? Poison her?" He let out a low, dark chuckle. "So many ways to do it, it's hard to pick just one."

Slowly, I turned around.

I locked eyes with him, my pulse hammering against my ribs.

I had known—for years, I had known—what kind of man he was. I knew he was cruel. I knew he was heartless. But hearing him talk about killing my mother, as if he were choosing what to order off a damn menu—

Something inside me snapped.

I took a slow step forward, voice dangerously low. "I have to ask... do you even have a functioning heart anymore?" I tilted my head, studying him like he was some disgusting creature I had the misfortune of coming across.

"Or has it been replaced with a machine? Because if you can think about threatening to take me away, or kill my mother, then you are a beast and even more pathetic than I thought."

He grinned. "Oh, Tyler, I take that as a compliment."

A disgusted breath left my lips.

I studied him for a second, then shook my head. "God, I pity the woman you're marrying."

He raised an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? And why's that?"

I let out a humorless chuckle. "Because she has no idea what kind of monster she's walking into a marriage with."

His smirk didn't falter.

I kept going.

"She probably thinks she's marrying some successful, charming man, doesn't she?" I scoffed. "She has no idea she's signing up for a lifetime of walking on eggshells. A lifetime of constantly watching what she says, what she does—because if she dares to step out of line, she'll see this side of you." I gestured toward him. "The disgusting, controlling, manipulative bastard that you really are."

His jaw twitched.

"Oh, but don't worry," I went on, my voice dripping with mock sympathy. "She'll find out soon enough. Maybe it'll be after the honeymoon, when she makes one tiny mistake and you snap at her. Or maybe it'll be when she realizes she's nothing more than a pretty accessory for you to show off."

I smiled, tilting my head. "Or maybe, just maybe, it'll be when she realizes she's trapped. Stuck in a marriage with a man who will never love anyone but himself."

His expression darkened.

I smirked. "That's when she'll run. And you'll be left standing there—just like you always are—wondering why the hell no one stays."

His fingers twitched at his sides.

I knew I had hit a nerve.

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"Do not talk to me that way, son," he warned, his voice low.

I widened my eyes in fake horror. "Oh no. Is Daddy Dearest angry?" I clutched my chest dramatically. "Oh no. Oh nooooo. How tragic." Then I scoffed. "Is Daddy Dearest scared that his new bride might actually leave him?"

His expression was cold.

"You know," he murmured, stepping closer, "words like that can get your tongue cut off."

I didn't flinch.

I met his gaze, held it.

Unmoved. Unbothered.

I took a slow breath, then exhaled. "You know what?" I sighed, shaking my head. "I'm already getting tired of this conversation."

His smirk returned. "Oh? You're finally coming to your senses?"

I let out a dry chuckle. "Hardly."

Then I gave him a long, slow, unimpressed look.

"So, you came here to tell me I'm your man of honor. You dragged me into this nonsense, expecting me to care. And you want me to go shopping with you to pick out suits or whatever?" I crossed my arms. "Fine. Let's get this over with. I'll go, pick the first thing I see, and come back before I catch whatever disease you're carrying."

His smirk widened.

"Now let's go." I said as I pointed at the door for him to walk out so I can walk behind him because I can't leave him with my mom for even a second.

"You are scared that I'm going to hurt mommy?" He smirked

"No no, I'm scared that mommy is going to throw up any minute from now because of how disgusted she is of you ."

"Now let's go so we can get this over with, I have other important things to do."