Chapter 100
In Chapter 66 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” Savannah is jolted from her slumber by persistent knocking on her door, accompanied by her friend Lizzie’s urgent voice. Despite the cozy warmth of her bed and the comforting presence of Roman, Savannah reluctantly awakens, feeling the weight of the morning’s responsibilities pressing down on her. The memories of a passionate night spent with Roman linger in her mind, contrasting sharply with the chaos that awaits her outside the door.
As Savannah finally opens the door, she is met with Lizzie’s frantic energy, which quickly shifts from annoyance to a knowing smirk upon realizing the situation. Lizzie informs Savannah that the makeup artist and other bridesmaids are waiting for her, revealing that the wedding is still on. This news sends Savannah into a spiral of panic, as she grapples with the reality that Dean, the man she thought would not go through with the wedding after everything that happened, is indeed moving forward.
The revelation hits Savannah hard, causing her to feel as if she has been struck. Time seems to freeze around her as she processes Lizzie’s words, and a sense of dread washes over her. The thought of Dean marrying Chloe after all the turmoil they faced together is suffocating, leaving Savannah gasping for breath. Her mind races with disbelief, and the emotional weight of the situation threatens to overwhelm her.
Lizzie’s attempt to rationalize Savannah’s reaction only adds to the confusion, as Savannah’s world begins to unravel. The mix of emotions—shock, betrayal, and heartbreak—creates a tumultuous atmosphere, leaving Savannah in a state of disarray. As she confronts the reality of Dean’s decisions and the impending wedding, the chapter captures her struggle to regain her footing amidst the chaos of her emotions and the unfolding events.
**Chapter 66: All To Mysell p>
Knock! Knock!! Knock p>
“Savannah?” A voice called out, urgent and insistent, as it pounded relentlessly against the door.
With a groan, I buried my ear deeper into the softness of my pillow, flipping onto my other side as if I could somehow block out the world with a mere shift of fabric.
“Wake up! You’re going to be late p>
The voice sliced through the fog of my half-conscious state, pulling me reluctantly toward reality. I cracked one eye open, squinting against the dim light that filtered through the curtains. Outside, the sky remained cloaked in darkness, the kind of early morning that sane individuals would still be cocooned in sleep.
A heavy weight draped across my waist jolted me back to the present—Roman’s arm, warm and possessive.
Escaping his embrace felt like a battle; his grip was like iron, unyielding even in the depths of slumber. With a soft grunt of determination, I finally managed to slip free, sitting up and rubbing my forehead in an attempt to shake off the remnants of sleep.
The knocking continued, more frantic now. Lizzie.
I snatched a robe from the chair, wrapping it tightly around myself, feeling the fabric envelop me like a shield, concealing every inch of my bare skin. The sash cinched around my waist as I navigated the minefield of discarded clothes strewn across the floor, remnants of a night that had left me blushing like a schoolgirl. Memories of yesterday flooded my mind—his careful touch, the deliberate pace he had taken, the way he ensured I felt comfortable, as if it were our first time all over again.
I stole a glance at his sleeping form, sprawled on his belly, one hand still resting on the side I had just vacated.
Another knock jolted me from my reverie, my eyes darting toward the door.
“Savannah! Are you dead in there?!” Lizzie’s voice had escalated into a near-panic, her pounding echoing like a frantic drumbeat against the doorframe. Roman stirred behind me, his voice thick with sleep.
“Who the hell is that?” he muttered, groggy and disoriented.
“Lizzie,” I whispered back, cautiously opening the door.
There she stood, a whirlwind of chaos—hair a wild mess, hands planted firmly on her hips, radiating annoyance like a storm about to break. For a fleeting moment, I could have sworn I saw smoke rising from her ears.
“Dude! I’ve been knocking for hours!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms wide in exasperation, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.
“We were asleep,” I replied hastily, angling my body to shield her view of Roman, who lay naked and oblivious across the sheets.
Lizzie’s gaze swept over me, assessing every detail from head to toe. Then, slowly, a devilish smirk crept onto her face, her earlier annoyance fading like mist in the morning sun. “Ah. I see p>
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. “What is it, Lizzle? Why are you trying to break down the door at dawn p>
“The makeup artist is here,” she blurted out, her words tumbling out in a rush. “Chloe’s finished hers, and now it’s your turn. The other bridesmaids are here too. They’re all waiting for you p>
As her words registered, a wave of panic washed over me. Makeup artist. Bridesmaids. Chloe. My heart began to thud unevenly in my chest, each beat echoing the dread that was settling in.
“What are you talking about? The wedding isn’t happening. Didn’t Dean tell you p>
For a brief moment, Lizzie blinked at me, her expression one of utter confusion, as if I were speaking a language she didn’t understand.
No. No, please. This can’t be happening.
Her brows knitted together in concern. “What? That’s not true. The wedding’s still on. Dean even sent Chloe a gift just a few minutes ago. He said—and I quote—he can’t wait to see her p>
Time seemed to freeze. The world around me came to a standstill, as if someone had pressed pause on reality.
It felt like I had been struck across the face with a heavy hand, a sharp ringing filling my ears, drowning out everything else. My vision swam, tilting dangerously as I fought to maintain my balance.
Dean. No. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
But Lizzie’s expression was unwavering, solid and resolute.
I found myself gasping for breath, the air thick and suffocating.
Thoughts swirled chaotically in my mind, the ringing in my ears growing louder as vertigo threatened to consume me.
I can’t believe he’d still marry her after everything she did.
Lizzie tilted her head, studying me with narrowed eyes, a hint of realization dawning on her. “You know what? I think I understand what’s happening here. You probably banged your head against the headboard last night and scrambled your brain. Totally understandable. I once did it with this guy and p>
And just like that, the reality of my world began to unravel.
In the suffocating silence that followed Lizzie’s revelation, Savannah felt the ground beneath her shift, the very fabric of her reality fraying at the edges. The warmth of Roman’s embrace faded into the background, overshadowed by the cold grip of betrayal that wrapped around her heart. It was a moment of reckoning, the weight of unfulfilled dreams crashing down like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for air. The laughter and joy that had filled her heart just a night ago now felt like a cruel joke. As she stood there, wrapped in her robe, a sense of helplessness enveloped her; the future she had envisioned slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.
Yet, within the chaos, a flicker of resolve began to ignite in Savannah’s chest. The realization that she had the power to reclaim her narrative sparked a fire within her. No longer would she allow herself to be defined by the actions of others, nor would she stand idly by while her heart shattered. With each heartbeat, clarity emerged from the confusion, and she knew she had to confront the truth, no matter how painful. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but for the first time in a long while, Savannah felt a sense of agency. She would rise from the ashes of broken dreams and forge a new path, one where her voice was heard, and her heart was free to dream again.
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect a whirlwind of emotions as Savannah grapples with the shocking revelation that Dean is still going through with the wedding. The tension between her past with Dean and her present with Roman will reach a boiling point, forcing Savannah to confront her feelings head-on. As Lizzie tries to reason with her, the stakes will rise, and Savannah will be thrust into a chaotic scramble to piece together her thoughts and emotions before it’s too late. Will she confront Dean and risk everything she has with Roman, or will she let the past dictate her future?
As the clock ticks down to the wedding, Savannah’s internal struggle will deepen, leading to unexpected confrontations and revelations. The chapter promises to explore the complexities of love, loyalty, and the painful choices that define us. With the makeup artist waiting and the bridesmaids buzzing with excitement, the atmosphere will be charged with anticipation and dread. Will Savannah find the courage to reclaim her narrative, or will she succumb to the weight of expectations and heartbreak? The unfolding drama will keep readers on the edge of their seats, eager to see how Savannah navigates this pivotal moment in her life.
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.