Chapter 235
In Chapter 140 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” Savannah finds herself in a state of anxious anticipation as she waits for her fiancé, Roman, to come back downstairs. She lingers in the living room, hoping for a moment of connection, feeling a mix of yearning and despair as she reflects on how their home, once filled with warmth and laughter, now feels like a ghost of its former self. Roman’s presence has become distant, and Savannah longs for the passionate, vibrant man she knows he can be, rather than the restrained figure he has become.
As she hears the soft creak of Roman’s bedroom door, excitement and apprehension swell within her. Their eyes meet in a charged moment, a silent acknowledgment of the emotional distance that has grown between them. When Roman admits he doesn’t feel well, Savannah’s instinct to help him emerges, and she insists on assisting him in the kitchen. However, the atmosphere is thick with unspoken words, and the silence feels suffocating as they navigate their strained connection.
The conversation turns deeply personal when Roman reveals his feelings of being “lost” and “empty,” which resonates painfully with Savannah. His admission of not being honest about his past adds another layer of tension to their already fragile relationship. Savannah’s heart sinks as she realizes the weight of his secrets, especially when he reveals that he was previously married. This shocking revelation leaves her reeling, and the emotional impact of his words hangs heavily in the air, threatening to unravel the delicate bond they share.
Savannah’s struggle to process Roman’s past reflects her internal conflict, as she grapples with feelings of disbelief and hurt. The chapter captures the raw emotions of longing, fear, and vulnerability as both characters confront the shadows of their relationship. The revelation of Roman’s previous marriage not only complicates their present but also forces Savannah to confront the reality of their future together, leaving her at a crossroads filled with uncertainty.
**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 140: Talking About Dahlia p>
**Savannah p>
I found myself lingering in the living room long after he had retreated upstairs, deliberately postponing my own rest. I was waiting, hoping, perhaps even yearning for him to come back down. The possibilities danced in my mind—maybe he would be hungry and seek something to eat, or perhaps he would just need a glass of water. But more than anything, I secretly wished he would come down in search of me.
The minutes dragged on, stretching into an hour, and I began to think he wouldn’t descend at all. Just as I was about to resign myself to that thought, the soft creak of his bedroom door reached my ears, echoing through the stillness of the house.
My breath caught in my throat, and an electric thrill coursed through my veins, igniting every nerve ending. It was that familiar sensation, the one that always accompanied him; a heightened awareness that made my heart race in anticipation.
As I strained to listen, I could hear his footsteps—quiet, almost hesitant, as if he were tiptoeing through a place that once felt like home. My heart sank a little at that realization. Why did he have to move through this house like a ghost, a stranger? This was a space that he had once filled with laughter, warmth, and love, and now he treated it like a fragile artifact.
I wished he would burst down the stairs, full of passion and fire. I longed for him to slam a door, to show anger, to kiss me with such fervor that it would mend all the cracks between us. But Roman, my composed and infuriatingly calm fiancé, was too restrained for that.
My heart ached for him, for the man I knew he could be.
The soft sound of his footsteps grew louder, drawing closer, and I instinctively straightened up on the sofa, my robe slipping slightly off one shoulder. My palms felt clammy, and my throat was dry. I was unsure of what I would say if he actually came down, but as soon as he stepped into the living room, our eyes locked like magnets drawn together by an unseen force.
For a brief moment, an electric silence enveloped us. He stood there, half cloaked in shadow, half illuminated by the dim light, just as he had been earlier. His deep, weary eyes met mine, and it felt as if the world had paused, as if we had both forgotten how to breathe.
“Hey,” I said, the word tumbling out too quickly, the urgency in my tone betraying my desire to capture this fleeting moment before it slipped away.
He blinked, his gaze unwavering. “You’re not asleep yet p>
“No,” I replied softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, trying to appear nonchalant even though I was anything but. “I couldn’t sleep.” I leaned forward slightly, hoping to convey a sense of ease, but my robe betrayed me again, slipping lower. “What about you p>
“I don’t feel too good tonight,” he admitted, his voice low, almost a whisper. “I’m probably just a little… hungry p>
“Do you need my help?” I blurted out, the words spilling from my lips before I could stop them.
He hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. “No. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t want to stress you p>
“I insist,” I replied, the urgency in my voice rising. Perhaps too quickly, but I couldn’t help myself.
He studied me for a long moment, a silence stretching between us that felt heavy with unspoken words, and then finally nodded once. “Okay p>
I got up, trying to mask my eagerness, trying not to reveal how desperately I craved his attention. But as I followed him into the kitchen, my heart ached with longing.
He moved ahead of me, his broad shoulders filling out the plain white shirt he wore. His hair was tousled, as if he had been running his fingers through it in frustration. Even from behind, I could see the weariness etched into his features. And yet, despite everything, he remained the most breathtaking sight I had ever laid eyes on.
“What do you feel like eating?” I asked, opening the refrigerator door, peering inside at the assortment of ingredients. “There’s… a bit of everything here.” I let out a nervous laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
He didn’t return my laughter. “Anything’s fine. I’m not picky p>
“Okay,” I murmured, busily rummaging through the ingredients, my mind racing to fill the silence.
But the quiet was thick, almost suffocating. The only sounds were the faint clinks of pans and the soft creaks of the cabinets. Normally, silence with Roman felt like a comforting embrace, but tonight it hung between us like an insurmountable wall, one we both hesitated to climb.
Yet I could feel his gaze on me, his presence a heavy weight I couldn’t shake off, even if I wanted to. And when he finally broke the silence, his voice startled me.
“How have you been, Savannah p>
I turned to face him, caught off guard by his question. “Uh… I’m okay. I’ve been fine, I guess.” I attempted a smile, but my voice quivered slightly, betraying my uncertainty. “What about you p>
His gaze remained locked onto mine, unwavering and intense. “Lost,” he admitted quietly. “Empty. It’s fucking hard p>
My hand froze mid-stir, the weight of his words settling heavily in the air. My heart clenched at the raw honesty in his tone. “Roman, I didn’t mean to p>
“Don’t apologize. Please,” he interrupted softly, his eyes dropping to the counter as if he couldn’t bear to meet my gaze. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I wasn’t honest with you. I wasn’t man enough to tell you everything p>
I swallowed hard, feeling the air grow thick and heavy around us. A prickling fear settled in my stomach. Conversations about his past had a way of pushing us further apart, and I dreaded where this might lead. “Roman, please,” I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. “Let’s not talk about any of that p>
“I used to be married p>
The words struck me like a physical blow.
For a heartbeat, I stood frozen, unable to process the revelation. The pan in my hand slipped from my grasp, clattering loudly against the stove, the sound jarring in the tense atmosphere. I barely registered the sting of the hot handle against my palm.
“What?” My voice cracked, disbelief coloring my tone. “You… you were married p>
He nodded, his eyes fixed on the floor, a deep sadness etched into his features. “Yes p>
In the quiet aftermath of Roman’s confession, the weight of unspoken truths hung heavily in the air, wrapping around us like a suffocating shroud. Savannah’s heart raced, torn between the need to understand and the instinct to retreat from the raw vulnerability laid bare before her. The revelation of Roman’s past felt like a jagged shard lodged deep within her chest, a painful reminder of the complexities that lay beneath the surface of their seemingly perfect life. Yet, amid the shock, there was a flicker of hope—a yearning for connection that transcended the shadows of their history. As they stood there, both grappling with their emotions, Savannah realized that the path to healing would require courage, honesty, and a willingness to confront the ghosts that lingered in the corners of their shared space.
With each passing moment, Savannah felt the walls around her heart begin to crack open, allowing the warmth of understanding to seep through. Roman’s admission, though painful, created a bridge—a fragile yet vital link between their past and the uncertain future that awaited them. As she looked into his weary eyes, she saw not just the man who had once been a stranger in his own home, but the man she loved, flawed and imperfect, yet deserving of compassion. In that moment, she understood that their journey would not be easy, but it was one worth taking together. With a deep breath, she stepped forward, ready to embrace the complexities of their love, and in doing so, she felt the first stirrings of hope—the possibility of healing and the promise of a future where dreams could unfold anew, even in the face of broken time.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
As we turn the page into Chapter 141, the air thickens with tension and uncharted emotions. Savannah’s world has just been rocked by Roman’s shocking admission about his past marriage, and the reverberations of this revelation promise to unravel layers of their relationship that have been tightly bound. Expect a deeper dive into Roman’s psyche as he confronts the ghosts of his past and the impact they have on his present with Savannah. Will he be able to articulate the pain and guilt that have haunted him, or will his silence continue to build walls between them?
Savannah, grappling with the weight of Roman’s confession, must navigate her own feelings of betrayal and confusion. In the next chapter, anticipate a poignant exploration of trust, vulnerability, and the struggle for intimacy amidst the shadows of their histories. Will Savannah find the strength to confront the truth, or will fear pull her back into the safety of denial? As their emotional landscape shifts, expect unexpected confrontations, heart-wrenching choices, and a pivotal moment that could either fracture their bond further or forge a new path toward healing. The stakes have never been higher, and the unfolding drama promises to leave readers breathless with anticipation.
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.