Chapter 104
In Chapter 68 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the protagonist grapples with a tumult of emotions after a charged encounter with Roman, who has left her feeling both exhilarated and unsettled. As they exit a room together, the atmosphere is frenetic with wedding preparations, and the chaos around them contrasts sharply with the intimate moment they just shared. Despite her attempts to maintain composure, her flushed cheeks and dazed expression betray her inner turmoil. Roman, exuding confidence, teases her about her feelings, which only intensifies her embarrassment and frustration.
As they make their way to the wedding venue, the protagonist is consumed by disbelief over Dean’s impending marriage to Chloe, especially after their recent arguments. The drive is marked by a tense silence, with Roman seemingly unaffected by the emotional storm brewing within her. This juxtaposition of his carefree demeanor against her anxiety amplifies her confusion about the situation, leaving her questioning the reality of the wedding unfolding before her.
By Chapter 104, the tension escalates as they arrive late to the ceremony, drawing the attention of all the guests. The protagonist feels the weight of their scrutiny, especially from Dean, whose irritation is palpable. Roman’s casual attitude towards their late entrance only adds to her distress. The whispers and glares from the crowd create an atmosphere thick with judgment, and she is acutely aware of the implications of their arrival together. Roman’s playful demeanor clashes with her rising panic, as she struggles to navigate the social minefield they have entered.
As the ceremony progresses, the protagonist is caught between her anxiety and the spectacle of Chloe’s wedding. Despite the chaos, Roman’s presence offers a strange sense of reassurance, even as the tension mounts. His whisper to relax hints at a shared secret that could either bond them or complicate matters further. The chapter encapsulates a blend of emotions—anxiety, embarrassment, and the thrill of unexpected connection—set against the backdrop of a wedding filled with expectations and judgments.
**Chapter 68: I Know What You Did p>
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, a small act of defiance against the storm of emotions swirling within me. I was determined not to reveal the tremors still coursing through my knees, a telltale sign of the chaos he’d just ignited in me. “We already did,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips, a sound that was both teasing and strangely comforting. He extended his arm toward me, embodying the image of a refined gentleman, despite the fact that he had just left me breathless and reeling.
As we stepped out of the room, the hallway erupted with a flurry of activity. Bridesmaids darted past us, their hair a whirlwind of curls and their lips a vibrant blur as they applied last-minute touches. Somewhere in the distance, a voice shouted frantically about a missing bouquet, while another cried out in panic about how late they were running. The driver, a man on the edge of sanity, tugged at his hair in frustration, his eyes wide with exasperation.
The air was thick with the scent of hairspray and floral perfume, but underneath it all lingered the subtle, intoxicating aroma of champagne.
In a gilded wall mirror, I caught a fleeting glimpse of our reflection. My hair remained perfectly styled, and my makeup was intact, a testament to Roman’s careful handling of me moments before. No one would ever suspect what had unfolded behind that locked door. The only clues were the wild flush that still colored my cheeks and the dazed look that lingered in my eyes. Roman, however, maintained his composure, his suit pristine and unwrinkled.
“You look guilty,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing as we descended the grand staircase.
“I am guilty,” I admitted, my tone sharper than I had intended. “I shouldn’t have let you p>
“Let me?” His laughter was quiet, almost conspiratorial. “Sav, you practically begged for it p>
Heat surged to my face, a tumult of anger and embarrassment battling within me. I clenched my fists, ready to retort, but before I could gather my thoughts, he held the car door open for me with a flourish.
“Get in,” he commanded, a playful glint in his eyes.
I rolled my eyes again, a blend of irritation and reluctant amusement, before sliding into the plush interior of his car. He carefully pulled my dress away from the door before shutting it with a soft click, then made his way around to the driver’s side.
The drive to the extravagant ballroom where Chloe had insisted on hosting her wedding was largely silent, save for the rhythmic sound of Roman’s fingers drumming against the steering wheel and the occasional tune he whistled, seemingly unfazed by the whirlwind of emotions swirling around us.
Why does he seem so carefree? I thought, still grappling with disbelief at the fact that Dean was resolutely moving forward with this deceptive wedding. After everything that had happened, it felt utterly surreal. Hadn’t they been arguing just the night before? It was all so strange.
By the time we arrived, the ceremony was already in full swing.
**Chapter 104 p>
Guests had filled the rows of chairs, their hushed murmurs creating an atmosphere thick with anticipation. The only interruption was the soft sound of a string quartet tuning their instruments, a delicate prelude to the moment that awaited. At the far end of the aisle, Chloe stood radiant in her wedding dress, a lavish, diamond-encrusted ballgown that had been meticulously crafted and flown in all the way from Abu Dhabi.
Beside her, Dean stood next to the officiant, his smug expression accentuated by the sharp lines of his tuxedo. The moment his gaze landed on me, I could see his jaw tighten, a flicker of irritation crossing his features.
And then, as if on cue, every head in the room turned to face us. My parents, my sister Alyssa, Lizzie, Uncle Jace, Aunt Thelma, Janice, and of course, Dean’s family—all eyes were on us.
It was all because Roman and I had arrived late. Very late. Together.
A wave of whispers rippled through the crowd, spreading like wildfire, igniting the air with tension.
For a brief moment, I froze, feeling the weight of a hundred curious eyes burning into my skin. Roman, however, remained unperturbed. He tightened his grip around my waist, guiding me forward with an air of confidence that was both infuriating and oddly reassuring. His smirk seemed to challenge anyone who dared to comment.
“Fashionably late,” he murmured, amusement dancing in his voice.
“Roman, this isn’t funny,” I hissed, my voice strained as panic clawed at my throat.
“Oh, but it is,” he replied, his tone light, as if we were merely discussing the weather.
I felt an overwhelming urge to elbow him, to scream, to do anything to release the tension that was building inside me—but the music swelled, the officiant cleared his throat, and suddenly, all attention snapped back to Chloe as she began her graceful descent down the aisle.
Even amidst the chaos, I could feel the glares piercing through me. The bridesmaids whispered conspiratorially behind their bouquets, their eyes darting between Roman and me. One of the groomsmen wore a smirk that hinted at a shared secret. Dean’s expression darkened, suspicion etched across his features, his focus entirely on me rather than the bride.
Leaning close, Roman’s lips brushed against my ear, sending an unexpected thrill up my spine. “Relax, Sav. No one knows p>
As the ceremony unfolded, the weight of the moment pressed heavily on my chest, intertwining my emotions with the chaos surrounding us. I stood there, grappling with the dissonance of my feelings—caught between the thrill of Roman’s presence and the undeniable turmoil of being thrust into the spotlight of judgment. The whispers of the guests felt like daggers, each one a reminder of the secrets we harbored, the choices we had made. Yet, amidst the tension, I found an unexpected solace in Roman’s unwavering confidence. His grip around my waist was grounding, a silent promise that we were in this together, even as the world around us threatened to unravel.
In that moment, as Chloe glided closer, a realization washed over me: the past, with all its broken dreams and shattered expectations, had led me to this very instant. While the path ahead remained uncertain, I understood that I had the power to shape it. With Roman by my side, I could confront the judgments and whispers, embracing the complexity of my feelings rather than shying away. This wedding, a tapestry of love and deception, was not just about Chloe and Dean; it was also about the choices that lay ahead for me. As I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever was to come, I felt a flicker of hope igniting within—a belief that perhaps, just perhaps, dreams could be reborn from the ashes of broken time.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
As the tension in the ballroom thickens, the air crackling with unspoken words and hidden agendas, the next chapter promises to unravel the intricate web of emotions and secrets that bind Sav, Roman, and Dean together. With every curious gaze fixed on them, Sav must navigate the treacherous waters of social scrutiny while grappling with her own chaotic feelings towards Roman and the impending nuptials of her former love. Will she find the strength to confront the brewing storm, or will the weight of her guilt keep her shackled in silence?
Moreover, as the ceremony unfolds, readers can expect unexpected revelations that could change the course of the evening. What lies beneath the surface of the seemingly perfect wedding? The whispers of the guests may conceal more than mere gossip; they could be the catalyst for long-buried truths to surface. The delicate balance of loyalty, betrayal, and desire teeters precariously, and just when the stakes couldn’t be higher, Sav’s resolve will be tested. Will she stand up for herself, or will she become a pawn in a game far larger than she anticipated?
With the promise of drama, heart-stopping confrontations, and the potential for alliances to shift, the next chapter is poised to deliver a whirlwind of emotions. As Sav faces the consequences of her choices, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to discover whether love can truly conquer all or if the shadows of the past will prove too formidable to escape.
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.