His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 150: The Mistake I Can’t Undo

Chapter 150- The Mistake I Can't Undo

Beatrice POV

"Why the fuck would you meet a stranger in less than 48 hours, and not only did he sleep with you—he also walked away with all your life savings?!"

His voice exploded like a bomb.

"Are you fucking stupid?!"

The moment those words flew out of his mouth, I froze—and then slowly shifted back in fear. My legs felt weak. My heart was pounding like I just ran a marathon.

This... this was what I was trying to avoid. I didn't want him to get mad. I didn't want to provoke him. But now, just like I feared, he was already angry. So angry.

"I didn't mean it that way," I whispered quickly, my voice trembling.

He suddenly laughed.

But it wasn't a funny laugh.

It was that dangerous kind of laugh. The one that sent chills crawling down your spine. The type that says, "Try me again and see what happens."

"You didn't mean it that way, Beatrice?" he repeated, his face twisting.

"Who in their right senses gives that kind of money to a man they just met? Huh?"

His hands were shaking now. He looked like he was struggling to hold himself back.

"Even me—as a man—know it's completely stupid to hand over all your money to someone you barely know! What is wrong with you?!"

He pointed at me.

"Look at what you've caused now!"

I swallowed hard. My lips quivered, but I couldn't keep quiet anymore. I knew I probably should, but the words were already crawling up my throat like fire.

I didn't want to keep looking like the villain. I wanted him to at least understand—even if just a little—that I didn't do it on purpose. That I wasn't trying to ruin anyone's life. I was just... trying to help.

"I'm so sorry, Declan," I said softly, tears slipping down my cheeks. "But it's not completely my fault."

"I didn't mean it that way," I repeated again, because it was the only thing I could say. The only thing that felt true in the middle of all this mess.

I wiped my face with my palm and kept talking.

"When we finished having sex... right there, lying beside me, he started talking about investment. He said he had ideas. That he could help me build something for myself. That I deserved more than struggling every day."

I sniffled.

"I told him I didn't have money. That I was broke. But he kept convincing me. Over and over again."

I looked at Declan. He still looked furious. But I had to finish. I needed him to hear it all.

"Trust me, Declan," I whispered. "I never wanted to risk the money. I swear I didn't."

"But he... he manipulated me. He talked so much and made everything sound like he was doing it for me. He even told me the exact amount I had in my account—down to the last cent."

I stared at the wall because I couldn't look at Declan anymore.

"He told me not to worry. That he wouldn't hurt me. That he loved me and would never run away with my money."

Then I heard his voice again. Low. Cold.

"And you believed him?"

I didn't want to believe Dave at first. I really didn't.

But the more he talked, the more everything he said started making painful sense.

He gave me so many reasons to trust him. He knew what to say. How to say it. How to look me in the eye like he meant every word.

I even told him—I told him—that the money he was talking about wasn't mine. That it was for my son. That Tyler and I had been saving that money for something big. Something important. Something that could change our lives.

But Dave looked me in the eye, smiled, and told me to keep it a secret. That I shouldn't even tell Tyler yet. He said I should just give him six months. Only six months.

He promised I'd get the full capital back—with massive interest. He said I wouldn't regret it. That this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

And stupid me... I believed him.

I believed every single lie he told me because I thought he loved me.

He even showed me screenshots. His wallet. His investment returns. Graphs. Charts. It all looked so real. So professional.

He said he just wanted to help me. That he cared about me. That he wanted me to be independent. That he wanted to build a future with me.

But the bastard fooled me.

That fucking bastard fooled me!

Tears burned my eyes as I spoke, my voice cracking under the weight of my regret. I could barely breathe as I looked at Declan, who just stood there, staring at me with a look that could kill.

"First things first, Beatrice," Declan said, his voice calm—but too calm. The kind of calm that hides rage.

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"I need to keep talking. Because if I stop for even one damn second to think about how you blew two million dollars, I swear to God, I might just walk over there and strangle you."

My heart dropped. I swallowed hard, keeping my head low.

"So, let's keep going," he continued. "Let me ask you something, Beatrice. Why did you even believe anything he said in the first place? Especially after he mentioned the exact amount you had in your account?"

He narrowed his eyes.

"Did you... by any chance... tell him how much you had?"

I shook my head quickly. "No. I swear, I didn't."

"Then how did he know?"

"I—I don't know," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I felt like breaking down all over again.

"Beatrice," Declan snapped, stepping closer. "That wasn't enough for you to know something was off? He knew your bank balance down to the last dollar and you still thought he was being romantic?!"

He laughed, but it wasn't funny. Not even a little.

"Your brain didn't even shake or vibrate or anything?"