Chapter 85
In Chapter 85 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” Savannah finds herself in a tense confrontation with Roman, grappling with the unsettling possibility that her sister Chloe’s fiancé, Dean, may not be the father of an impending child. As she reveals her certainty about Dean’s vasectomy, a mixture of anxiety and determination swirls within her, highlighting the emotional stakes at play. Savannah’s conviction clashes with Roman’s skepticism, leading to a heated exchange where both struggle to understand each other’s perspectives on the situation.
As Roman encourages Savannah to let go of her past with Dean, the tension escalates. Savannah feels a deep frustration as she insists that Dean’s actions are inconsistent with his character, while Roman challenges her to accept the reality of their broken relationship. The conversation takes a sharp turn as Savannah’s anger rises, feeling belittled by Roman’s insistence that she move on. This emotional turmoil culminates in a confrontation that leaves Savannah feeling vulnerable yet empowered, as she asserts her adulthood and demands respect.
Despite the intensity of their argument, the dynamic between Savannah and Roman shifts when he acknowledges her feelings and admits he was wrong. This moment of vulnerability opens the door for a tentative reconciliation, as Savannah wrestles with her emotions and the remnants of anger. Roman’s playful banter and charm begin to break through her defenses, leading to a moment of levity amidst the tension. However, Savannah remains resolute in her commitment to confront her sister about Dean, showcasing her determination to protect her family.
The chapter concludes with an intimate moment between Savannah and Roman, blending tension and attraction as they navigate their complicated relationship. Roman’s playful teasing and Savannah’s reluctant smile hint at the underlying chemistry between them, even as she maintains her focus on the issues at hand. This interplay of emotions leaves the reader with a sense of anticipation for what lies ahead, both in Savannah’s quest for truth and the evolving connection between her and Roman.
**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 85 p>
**Chapter 55: A Lot Of Strange Fun p>
**Savannah p>
Roman drew back slightly, his thumb gliding gently over my damp cheek. His gaze was searching as he asked, “And how do you know that p>
A tight knot formed in my chest, a mix of anxiety and determination. The words I had been holding onto felt like molten lava, ready to erupt and shatter everything in their path. “I know what I’m saying, Roman. I’m absolutely certain that the child isn’t Dean’s. It simply can’t be p>
But could it? The thought flickered through my mind like a dark shadow. Could he have done something so reckless? That was impossible, wasn’t it? He had sworn he wouldn’t. But then again, people change. Maybe he had changed his mind.
“Savannah, just let it go,” Roman urged, his hand sliding to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him as if his warmth could somehow dissolve my doubts. There was a softness in his voice, but the underlying firmness was unmistakable. “He’s marrying your sister in less than two days. It’s time to close that chapter, love p>
I shook my head vehemently, breaking free from his embrace. Drops of water clung to my hair, trickling down my bare skin, but the chill was the least of my concerns.
“It’s not that. That’s not what I’m talking about, Roman p>
“Then what is it?” His brow furrowed, damp strands of hair falling boyishly over his eyes, adding to the intensity of the moment.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the truth that could alter everything.
“Dean got a vasectomy, Roman. He can’t be the father of the baby.” The words tumbled out in a rush, a bombshell that could potentially unravel my sister’s marriage before it had even begun.
Once spoken, I felt a weight lift, but the aftermath loomed ominously over me.
Roman paused, his dark eyes searching mine, as if trying to piece together a puzzle that I had just thrown at him. “Maybe he got it reversed. It is reversible, you know p>
I shook my head, conviction flooding my voice. “He would never do that. Dean wouldn’t get it reversed p>
Frustration flickered across his features as he raked a hand through his damp hair, droplets flying. “Hold on, you think Chloe doesn’t know that her fiancé had a vasectomy? How is that even possible p>
“She doesn’t,” I retorted, my voice sharp and unwavering. “Chloe has no idea. Just a few days ago, I walked into their bedroom, and there was a box of condoms on the nightstand. Dean has no use for those—at least not when we were together p>
I noticed Roman’s jaw tighten at the mention of our shared past.
“So it only means that she has no idea he got a vasectomy,” I concluded, my breath coming in quick bursts.
Roman cocked his head, skepticism written all over his face. “Maybe they just like to pretend he didn’t. A little role-play? People get up to a lot of strange fun these days, Savannah p>
I felt a surge of frustration, nearly ready to smack him for his flippant attitude, even though he looked undeniably attractive with his wet hair tousled. “Be serious, Roman p>
“I am being serious, Sav,” he replied, a half-shrug betraying his nonchalance. “It’s ridiculous to assume the baby isn’t his just because of a vasectomy. Maybe he suddenly changed his mind. People do that, you know p>
“Dean would never want to start a family,” I snapped, my voice echoing off the tiled walls, the tension palpable.
Roman’s expression hardened. “Savannah, stop it. Move on. You and Dean have been over for years. There’s no going back. If he’s foolish enough to want to raise children with someone like her, that’s his loss, not yours. Just let it go, alright p>
My stomach twisted uncomfortably at his words. “No, you don’t understand p>
“Then make me understand,” he interjected sharply, his frustration spilling over. “Because all I see is a woman struggling to accept what is right in front of her. Whatever you had is ancient history. It’s forgotten. Let go of the past. Move on p>
His words struck me with the force of a physical blow, leaving me breathless. My lips parted in disbelief, anger surging through me like a wildfire. “You will not speak to me that way, Roman p>
“You are,” he shot back, his glare pinning me in place. “Get a grip, Savannah p>
“Then stop acting the way you are p>
For a long moment, we stood in silence, the air thick with unspoken emotions. The only sound was the gentle lapping of water against the tile and the furious pounding of my heart, echoing in my ears.
I broke the silence, my voice low and laced with bitterness. “I can’t believe you p>
Pushing off the wall, water cascaded from my skin as I stalked out, oblivious to my nakedness and his piercing gaze.
He swore under his breath. “Savannah, wait p>
“Don’t speak to me!” I yelled, snatching my robe from the floor, wrapping it around myself with trembling hands. The sash slipped as my wet fingers fumbled, but I yanked it tighter, desperate for comfort.
I heard him moving quickly, the sound of water sloshing as he stepped out, his footsteps echoing on the floor.
“Savannah p>
“Fuck off, Roman p>
He caught up with me in two strides, his grip firm around my wrist, almost desperate.
I twisted away, struggling against him. “Let go. Roman p>
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” he pleaded, his voice earnest. “Forgive me p>
I shot him a glare, my wrist still ensnared in his hold. “Saying sorry doesn’t always fix things. I’m not some emotional teenager going through a breakup for the first time. I’m an adult, Roman. I expect you to treat me like one. And that includes trusting me to do the right thing p>
With a sharp tug, I freed my wrist from his grasp and walked away, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind me.
I slammed the door shut with more force than necessary, aware that he was right behind me. My robe clung heavily to my damp skin, a constant reminder of the tension between us.
He reached for me again, “Sav p>
I stepped back, my heart racing. “Roman, stop p>
“Alright. Fine,” he said, lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I believe you. Dean got a vasectomy, and Chloe had no idea. I believe you when you say the baby isn’t his. Alright? I believe every damn word you said. You’re right, Savannah. And I was wrong. Is that enough p>
My eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping in. Yet, amidst the turmoil, pride surged within me, a dangerous blend of vindication and ego.
“Am I forgiven now?” he asked, hope flickering in his gaze.
I fought to maintain my earlier anger, even as it threatened to slip away. God, I wanted to look composed, furious, unyielding. But the corners of my mouth betrayed me, twitching with the hint of a smile.
“How can I be sure that you aren’t just saying this to get into my pants?” I challenged, my voice holding a teasing edge.
His lips curved into a slow, devastating smile that made my heart skip. “But you don’t even have any on right now p>
Heat rushed to my cheeks, a mix of anger and reluctant laughter bubbling up. Roman had a knack for stripping away my defenses, sometimes quite literally.
Before I could formulate a response, he wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me close.
“I’m still down for you tonight if you’d let me get into your invisible pants,” he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I couldn’t help the smile that erupted on my face, even as I tried to maintain some semblance of seriousness. “Stop it, Roman. I’m going to stay awake till Chloe gets back. We’re going to have a discussion p>
His presence was intoxicating, hot and burning with the intention of making me melt under his touch. He pulled me deeper against him, and I tilted my neck slightly, granting him permission to continue. He didn’t hesitate.
“And afterwards?” he whispered, his voice low and enticing.
I turned around, and his arms slipped from my waist. “And afterwards, we’re going to sleep p>
In the aftermath of the emotional storm, Savannah stood at a crossroads, the tension of the moment slowly dissipating as she grappled with the truth she had unveiled. The confrontation with Roman had forced her to confront not only her feelings about Dean but also the remnants of her past that clung to her like the dampness of her skin. As she wrestled with the weight of her revelations, a flicker of hope emerged amidst the chaos. Roman’s willingness to believe her, to acknowledge her pain, began to chip away at the fortress of doubt she had built around her heart. The playful banter that followed their heated exchange offered a glimpse of the connection they still shared, one that had the potential to heal old wounds and forge new paths.
As she turned to face Roman, the remnants of anger and frustration began to fade, replaced by a warmth that enveloped her like his embrace. The laughter that bubbled up between them was a balm, soothing the raw edges of their earlier confrontation. Savannah realized that while the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, she no longer had to navigate it alone. With Roman by her side, the shadows of her past began to recede, making way for the possibility of a future untainted by the mistakes of others. In that moment, as she surrendered to the comfort of his presence, she understood that moving forward meant embracing the unknown, but also the promise of new beginnings—dreams folding into a time not yet broken.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
As the tension between Savannah and Roman simmers, the fallout from Savannah’s revelation about Dean’s vasectomy looms ominously over their relationship. In the next chapter, readers can expect a deep dive into Savannah’s emotional turmoil as she grapples with the implications of her discovery. Will she confront her sister Chloe about the truth, risking their relationship in the process? The stakes are high, and Savannah’s determination to protect her sister from potential heartbreak could lead to explosive confrontations and unexpected alliances.
Meanwhile, Roman’s role in Savannah’s life becomes increasingly complicated. As their chemistry ignites amidst the chaos, will he step up as her ally or will his playful banter and charm serve to further complicate matters? Expect moments of vulnerability and passion as they navigate the blurred lines between friendship and something deeper. With the wedding looming and secrets threatening to unravel, the tension will only escalate, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eager to see how Savannah will balance her loyalty to her sister with her growing feelings for Roman. Will she find the strength to face the truth, or will the shadows of their past continue to haunt her?
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.