His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 27: A Beast Never Change

Chapter 27- A Beast Never Change

Beatrice~~

As soon as Tyler and Amara left, I locked the door, resting my forehead against the wooden frame. I took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of cleaning products and home-cooked meals—scents that had once made this house feel safe. But now, safety felt like a distant dream, something that slipped further away each time Declan reappeared in our lives.

With a sigh, I turned and surveyed the living room, deciding to clean up to keep my mind from spiraling. I picked up the pillows scattered on the couch, straightened the coffee table, and wiped down the surfaces. But no matter how much I tried to focus on the task at hand, the past lurked in the shadows of my mind, waiting to pounce.

And then, like a nightmare creeping into daylight, the memories flooded in.

I could still feel the sting of Declan's palm against my cheek—the deafening slap that had left my ears ringing for days. I had stood in our bedroom doorway, seething with rage, my chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as I glared at the woman lying comfortably in my bed. My bed.

She was draped in nothing but my silk sheets, a satisfied smirk on her lips as if she belonged there more than I did.

I had clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I turned to Declan, my husband—the man who had vowed to love me. "How dare you bring another woman into our bed?" I had demanded, my voice shaking with fury.

Declan had merely sighed, rolling his eyes as if I were some pesky fly buzzing around him. "Stay in your lane, Beatrice," he had muttered.

Then, before I could blink, his hand had connected with my face, sending me stumbling backward. My vision had blurred, my head spinning from the impact. The slap wasn't just a punishment—it was a lesson. A warning.

For days, my ear throbbed, a dull pain serving as a constant reminder that I had no voice in my own marriage.

But that wasn't even the worst of it.

I remembered the way he tore me down with words sharper than knives. How he accused me of being a whore when I came home late from work, despite my desperate explanations about traffic.

"How convenient," he had sneered, pacing the living room like a predator. "You're out there spreading your legs for someone else, aren't you?"

"No, Declan, I swear—"

"You swear?!" He had laughed, the sound cold and cruel. "Do you think I'm stupid, Beatrice? Do you think I don't see how desperate you are for another man to give you attention?"

I had felt my heart shatter into a million pieces that night. Not because of the accusation itself, but because a part of me knew he truly believed it. There was no reasoning with him. No proving my innocence.

The emotional torment had drained me, dragging me into a dark pit of depression. I had lost myself—lost the vibrant, hopeful woman I once was. Every day, I had lived in fear of his wrath, flinching at his every movement, never knowing when he would strike next.

But then, one day, he was gone.

I would never forget that morning. I had woken up expecting to hear his usual demands, his insults, his threats. But instead, there was only silence.

At first, I had thought it was a trick. That he was lurking somewhere, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. But as the hours passed, the realization dawned on me—Declan was gone.

And he had taken everything with him.

The bank accounts were emptied. The house payments were overdue. I was left with nothing but my son and the clothes on my back.

But you know what? I had never felt lighter in my life.

For the first time in years, I could breathe.

It didn't matter that I had to start from scratch, that I had to work multiple jobs just to make ends meet. What mattered was that I was finally free to raise Tyler in a home without fear.

And then... I met him.

The man who had shown me that love wasn't meant to hurt. He had treated me with kindness, with patience. He had made me his priority, something Declan had never done.

For the first time, I had felt safe.

But of course, happiness never lasted when Declan was involved.

When Declan returned, he was more powerful than ever. Richer. Untouchable. And he wanted to reclaim what he had abandoned.

Not just me.

Tyler.

I had thought it was a sick joke at first, that he would eventually lose interest and leave us alone. But he had made his intentions clear.

I still remembered the night he had come to my home, standing in my doorway like a shadow from my worst nightmares.

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"You still belong to me, Beatrice," he had said, his voice smooth, almost amused. "I don't care who you've been with. You're mine. And if you don't leave that pathetic excuse of a man, you'll regret it."

I had scoffed, crossing my arms. "You can't control me anymore, Declan."

He had smiled then. A slow, menacing smile.

The next day, I turned on the news and saw the man I loved—dead. Killed in cold blood.

Declan's message was clear.

Obey. Or suffer.

Since then, I had no choice but to follow his rules.

I convinced Tyler to attend his father's wedding. He told me to stay away from love which I did

And I always lied to Tyler that Declan was a good man that he needs to do whatever Declan said. Because if I didn't... Declan would take him away from me forever.

"If only I could be given a wish by the genie, I wouldn't even wish for wealth or anything. I would wish for him to be out of her lives for good and never ever ever come back .."

Because he is a beast and a beast never changes. A monster remains a monster, no matter how much time has passed.