His After The Heartbreak (BL)
Chapter 218: Partners For The Whole Week

Chapter 218: Partners For The Whole Week

Chapter 218- Partners For The Whole Week

TYLER’S POV

"Yes, but the moment your mother said she was following you, I decided to follow her too... to protect her," Declan said calmly, like we were all one big happy family.

I stared at him.

Disgusted wasn’t even the word. I felt like puking.

"You want to protect her?" I asked slowly, eyebrows raised like I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. "You, of all people?"

He didn’t flinch. He just nodded like it made sense.

"I can’t let her go with you and come back alone," he added.

I nearly laughed, but it came out more like a snort.

So because he saved her from the bullet that pierced through her by taking her to the hospital, he is suddenly her savior?

"Can you please stop with these fake attitudes of yours?" I snapped, folding my arms across my chest.

"It’s cringe. Actually, it’s disgusting. Seeing you stand here, acting like you care about my mom, after everything you did to her..."

I took a step closer to him and looked him dead in the eye.

"You hated her. Treated her like crap. Yelled at her. Humiliated her. And now what? You want to be her knight in shining armor?"

I shook my head.

"What do you really want, Declan?"

He sighed, like I was being dramatic.

"Your mother wouldn’t even give me the chance to do anything. You know how much she hates me. You don’t have to worry," he said. "I’m just trying to be there for her... like the mother of my child. So, if anything happens, at least I was there. You won’t say I abandoned her when she needed help."

Wow.

He really said that.

Like that made any of this okay.

"Right," I muttered. "You’re such a saint now."

I wasn’t buying any of it. Not even a little. Every word that came out of his mouth felt rehearsed. Like he’d practiced it in front of a mirror.

"Okay," I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "But don’t you have a wife waiting for you at home?"

He blinked, clearly caught off guard.

Yeah. Let’s talk about that, shall we?

"Because last time I checked, you’re married now. To someone who isn’t my mom. So what exactly are you doing here, Declan?"

Honestly, I blame my mom for even opening the damn door for him.

"I know I have a wife," he said quickly. "But she can wait. Right now, your mom is more important. Everything else can come later."

I laughed bitterly. "Of course she can wait. Why not? It’s not like it’s your wedding month or anything."

Everything about him screamed liar. Every sentence he said was soaked in dishonesty. It was like he didn’t even realize he was lying anymore.

I shook my head slowly, feeling this strange mix of anger and pity rise in my chest.

"Do you even hear yourself?" I asked.

"Your marriage isn’t even up to a month and already, you’re here, starving your new wife of affection. You’re not giving her love. You’re not spending time with her. You’re too busy trying to replay history with my mom."

I paused, then added coldly, "That’s exactly what you did to her. To my mother."

"And now, I pity your new wife. Deeply. Because I already know how this story ends. Once you get bored—once the thrill fades—you’ll break her too. You’ll ruin her. Then, you’ll go find another woman to continue the cycle with."

Declan opened his mouth like he had something to say—but nothing came out. Not even a word.

I stared at him for a long moment. "Pathetic," I muttered under my breath.

Then I turned to my mom.

"And as for you..." I said, softening my voice just a little, but making sure she heard me.

"I don’t care how nice he acts. I don’t care if he brings you flowers, makes you laugh, or tells you he’s changed. Don’t fall for it."

I looked her dead in the eye. "Don’t you dare fall for him again."

"Because no matter how sweet he pretends to be, he’s still the same man who hurt you before. And I’m telling you right now, if you let him back in—if you give him another chance—and he breaks you again, I won’t pity you."

"I won’t come running to fix it. I warned you."

I said all of it right there in front of Declan. Loud. Clear. No filters.

Then I grabbed the door, opened it, and stepped outside—leaving the two of them standing in awkward silence behind me.

The moment I came out of the house.

Boom.

My heart dropped.

I didn’t even need a full second to realize who it was. Right there, standing like some clingy horror movie villain in broad daylight, was Naomi.

And beside her was a damn traveling box.

Like she came prepared to ruin my whole week.

"Oh my God, Tyler!!!" she shrieked with this annoying excitement that made my ears ring. "Where have you been?! I missed you so, so much!"

Before I could even react or take a step back, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around me.

Hard.

It wasn’t a hug. It was a straight-up chokehold.

She hugged me so tightly that I could barely breathe, let alone move.

I stood there, stiff like a statue. I didn’t hug her back. Not even a little. I just stood there like someone being held hostage.

You’d think that would be enough for her to get the message.

But no. Naomi doesn’t do messages.

"Let me go, Naomi," I said calmly, trying to push her off. "I can’t move."

I had to force her arms off me, one by one, and even then, she was still grinning like a maniac. Like she couldn’t see the deadpan look on my face.

"I really missed you, Tyler!" she beamed. "Tell me, where the hell have you been?! I was so, so worried about you."

She smiled like she’d just been reunited with her soulmate.

I stared at her blankly.

"So sad I can’t say the same," I replied.

She blinked.

"Because honestly, Naomi... there’s nothing about you to miss."

Her face fell for half a second, but then she shook it off like she didn’t hear me right.

"And second of all," I continued, "I was gone for just a few days. You’d think I disappeared for ten years with the way you’re acting."

I scoffed and gave her a disgusted look.

"You always overreact, Naomi. Always. Even when there’s literally nothing to react to."

But of course, she just stood there, still smiling, like I had complimented her dress.

Classic Naomi.

I rubbed my forehead, already feeling my blood pressure rise.

"Lord, how the hell am I supposed to survive this trip with her?" I muttered under my breath.

I had honestly forgotten Naomi even existed these past few days. And those were some of the most peaceful days of my life. No calls. No texts. No showing up uninvited. Just silence.

Beautiful, healing silence.

And now here she was—back to disturb my peace, drain my energy, and probably make me lose more weight.

If there’s one thing Naomi’s good at, it’s sucking the life out of me without even trying.

"Get the fuck out of my face," I snapped, pushing past her carefully and heading toward the car.

Declan was going to drive, and my mom would be sitting in the front passenger seat. That left me with the back seat, which was fine. I just needed distance.

I got in the car and slammed the door shut, resting my head against the window. A few seconds later, Mom and Declan got in.

And then, somehow, by some demonic twist of fate, Naomi slipped in too and sat right beside me.

I checked the time.

Less than 25 minutes left.

"Everyone, put on your seatbelt," Declan announced like he was some professional chauffeur.

We all clicked in. He started the car and began to drive.

What followed was the longest car ride of my entire life.

Naomi couldn’t shut up.

She talked nonstop. About everything. About nothing. About clouds, songs, school gossip, what she packed, what her favorite snack was, what dream she had last night.

I closed my eyes and mentally begged for teleportation.

Anything to escape.

I swear her voice was slowly digging into my skull like a drill.

By the time we finally arrived, I didn’t even wait for the car to stop moving. The second it slowed down enough, I yanked the door open, grabbed my bag, and jumped out.

I didn’t say a word to anyone.

"Wait for me!" Naomi screamed, running after me like a lost puppy.

I didn’t even look back.

I waved goodbye to my mom and walked straight to the check-in area, dragging my bag like it owed me money.

Luckily, luck was finally on my side for once—the bus arrived just minutes after I got there.

But before I could breathe in relief, the principal walked in.

"Everyone, please stand close to your roommates!" he called out with that annoying megaphone energy. "Because he or she will also be your seat partner. You’ll do everything together until the end of this trip!"

"Tell me it’s a lie?"

"Are we being deadass?"