I couldn’t believe my eyes as I watched Karlo Rodriguez slowly walk towards Helen. He was in a dark red tuxedo. His hair was gelled, and even from a bit far away, he looked so good to smell. Some ladies whispered, fantasizing about him. I heard men praising him in secrecy. Helen, her parents, and Ian were smiling at him while they were clapping their hands.

My knees were wobbling from weakness. I don’t know why he is here. Why is he at the birthday of Victor’s killer? Why didn’t he ...