Han's POV
The Calm, The Crack, The Craving
The silence after the storm was heavy. Not peaceful just heavy. The kind that draped over everyone like wet fabric, suffocating and slow. I leaned back into the couch, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded as if bored, but truth be told I was absolutely thriving. Drama? Delicious. Violence? Entertaining. Secrets? Addictive.
I hadn't even handed Tyler the damn one million I had prepared. Not that I could, now. The air had shifted too much. It would be out of place to pass him a neat envelope of money after he just almost broke his best friend's jaw for impregnating his girl.
Or… ex-girl.
Tyler sat down heavily, like his bones couldn't carry the weight of what had just happened. Anne emerged from the bathroom, her face pale, her mascara slightly smudged but her voice? Her voice was steel.
"I'm not planning to have this child with you, Eric. Or with anybody else," she said.
