Tyrell's POV
Numbness envelops me, and the world gyrates in peculiar triangles. I coax a smile onto my face, but my facial muscles resist compliance.
"You're pale, honey. Fancy a cigarette?" My ex-girlfriend offers.
No, I yearn to set you all ablaze for thrusting me into this predicament. What part of 'I'm supposed to surpass Luca' eludes the universe? How on earth do I safeguard Hannah?
"May I excuse myself? Other guests need my attention." I ask politely and with a strained smile.
Krystal nonchalantly gestures, creating a dramatic path for me to traverse. I can't abandon the hall, yet I must decide—adhere to social norms and expose Hannah to a trap, or forsake decorum to shield the potential mother of my nonexistent child.
With style, I navigate the hall, acknowledging almost ever
