Chapter 109
In Chapter 109 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the protagonist, Savannah, experiences an unexpected and surreal moment when Monica Kingston, a woman who previously viewed her with disdain, embraces her and apologizes. This gesture leaves Savannah frozen in shock, as she grapples with the sudden shift in Monica’s demeanor. Chloe, Savannah’s sister, is equally taken aback, and the atmosphere is thick with disbelief as Monica reveals her recent divorce and expresses gratitude towards Savannah for helping her see the truth about her past relationship.
As the conversation unfolds, Monica’s apology feels both comforting and confusing to Savannah, who is wary of Monica’s intentions. Chloe’s irritation becomes apparent as she questions Monica’s motives, but Monica insists on meeting Savannah privately to discuss matters further. This request sends a shiver down Savannah’s spine, highlighting the tension and uncertainty of the situation. Despite her discomfort, Savannah agrees, and Monica hands her a business card, leaving Savannah in a whirlwind of emotions, questioning the reality of what just transpired.
Meanwhile, Savannah’s thoughts shift to Roman, her partner, who has been absent for too long. The ballroom feels increasingly stifling, and Savannah seeks refuge in a side hallway, dialing Roman’s number for reassurance. However, her hopes are dashed when Dean, a man from her past, interrupts her moment of solitude. His presence is unwelcome and irritating, and as he taunts her about calling Roman, the tension escalates. Despite Savannah’s attempts to dismiss him, Dean’s predatory behavior intensifies, culminating in a confrontation that leaves her feeling trapped and vulnerable.
The chapter ends on a chilling note as Dean confesses his lingering feelings for Savannah, just as she realizes that Roman still hasn’t answered her call. This moment of isolation and the looming threat of Dean’s advances create a sense of urgency and fear, emphasizing Savannah’s precarious situation. The emotional turmoil she experiences is palpable, leaving her feeling completely alone and in danger, as the chapter closes with a cliffhanger that heightens the stakes for her character.
**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 109 p>
In that moment, instead of reaching for my hand, Monica leaned in closer. It wasn’t just an ordinary gesture; she enveloped me in a hug that felt both unexpected and surreal.
I stood there, frozen, as if a sudden chill had swept through me, turning my very essence to ice.
To my left, Chloe also halted, her confident smirk dissolving into an expression of sheer disbelief.
“I’m so sorry,” Monica murmured softly against my ear, her voice a gentle whisper that felt intimate and heavy with meaning. Her hand began to make soothing circles across my back, a gesture that was both comforting and confusing.
What was happening?
My body tensed as if she had plunged a knife into my back. My mind raced to comprehend the situation. Monica Kingston, the woman who had always viewed me with disdain, was now apologizing. Apologizing. To me.
I was the first to pull away from that unexpected embrace, feeling a rush of discomfort. What if she suddenly turned hostile, driving a metaphorical dagger into my back?
Chloe cleared her throat sharply, her irritation palpable. “Mrs. Kingston, this is my sister, Savannah. You do remember her, don’t you?” She dragged my name out like it was a lifeline, desperate to reignite the spark of drama she thrived on.
“It’s Mrs. McGraw now,” Monica corrected gently, her gaze unwavering as it remained locked onto mine. “Asher and I are divorced. I remarried p>
The words struck me like a slap across the face, reverberating in my mind.
“What? When?” Chloe and I exclaimed in unison, our voices overlapping in shock.
“I had no idea,” Chloe continued, her feigned surprise barely masking the delight in her eyes. “I thought you two were doing great. What happened? Was it because of Sav p>
Monica let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as if the very thought was absurd. “Let’s just say my perspective shifted. Your sister had nothing to do with our separation. If anything, she helped me see the truth. I owe her an apology. What I did was inexcusable p>
The ground beneath me felt unsteady, as if the very fabric of reality had begun to unravel. My brain scrambled for a semblance of logic, but nothing made sense. Monica had once loathed me, wielding her power, her social standing, and her husband like weapons against me. And now, here she was, radiating gentleness and remorse?
Was I dreaming? Had I somehow slipped into an alternate universe?
“Why are you apologizing to her?” Chloe snapped, her voice sharp and accusatory. “Have you forgotten she p>
“Can we meet privately sometime, Savannah?” Monica interjected, her tone firm and dismissive of Chloe’s interruption. “I would love to discuss some matters with you. Perhaps over tea p>
Her unwavering gaze sent a shiver down my spine.
I swallowed hard, grappling with my own tumultuous emotions. “Of course, Mrs. McGraw p>
Her smile brightened, transforming into something warm and disarming. She slipped a sleek, black business card into my palm, her fingers brushing against mine in a fleeting touch that sent an unexpected thrill through me. “That’s my number. Call me whenever you’re free p>
I nodded, my head spinning slightly from the whirlwind of emotions.
With one last, radiant smile, she turned and drifted away, disappearing into the sea of guests. Chloe remained rooted beside me, her mouth agape, utterly humiliated.
I couldn’t help but let out a sharp laugh, feeling the tension slowly ebb away. “I take it that didn’t go quite as you expected p>
Chloe blinked, her expression tightening into a mask of irritation. But she recovered quickly, lifting her chin defiantly. “Don’t get too cocky and comfortable, Sav. Real wives like us always know that poisoned tea does the job quicker than you can say ‘Jack p>
Her words slithered down my spine like a warning. With a dramatic spin, she glided back into the throng of guests, her false laughter bubbling up as she mingled with others.
I turned my gaze across the room, searching for Roman. His glass of whiskey was empty again, and he looked like he wanted to shatter it against the floor in frustration.
When our eyes met, I felt the heat of his fury burning through the distance.
A chill raced down my spine as I sensed the way he scrutinized every curve of my body with his piercing gaze. I quickly averted my eyes, feeling vulnerable under his intense scrutiny.
Where was Roman? He had been gone for far too long.
The ballroom suddenly felt stifling, as if the air had thickened around me. I needed him. I needed to see his face, to ground myself in something solid and reassuring. Pulling out my phone, I slipped toward a dimly lit side hallway just outside the restroom, seeking refuge from the cacophony of the event.
I dialed his number, the ringing tone echoing in my ears.
But just as the second ring began, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted my thoughts.
I turned, a flicker of hope igniting within me—
But it wasn’t Roman.
It was Dean.
I rolled my eyes, irritation bubbling up inside me, and stepped into the bathroom, hoping to escape his presence. But the fool had other plans in mind.
He followed me inside, leaning casually against the wall as if he had been waiting for me all along. His tie was loose, his shirt wrinkled, and the stench of alcohol clung to him like a second skin.
My stomach sank at the sight. “Get out, Dean. I’m not in the mood for your nonsense right now p>
“Who are you calling?” His smile was a jagged line across his face, mocking and insistent. “Roman p>
I ignored him, pressing the phone back to my ear, desperately hoping for a connection.
He pushed off the wall, his movements slow and deliberate, closing the distance between us. “Are you going to ignore me forever? That’s cruel, Sav. I might cry if you do that p>
His laughter erupted too loudly, echoing off the bathroom walls, sounding bitter and tainted by whiskey.
“Stop drinking,” I snapped, wrinkling my nose in disgust. “Go back to your wife. You’re humiliating yourself p>
Another burst of laughter escaped him, his head falling back as if he found amusement in my anger.
“What’s so funny?” I hissed, my temper flaring.
Roman still wasn’t answering my call.
Dean’s grin sharpened, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. “She’s not my wife p>
“You’re insane. Get lost.” My thumb jabbed the redial button, desperation creeping in.
But before I could hear a single ring, Dean lunged forward, snatching the phone from my hand. He cut the call and slid the device behind his back, a smug smirk plastered on his face.
“What the hell, Dean! Give me back my phone!” I lunged for him, reaching out, but he lifted it high above his head, his free hand pressing a finger to his lips in a mocking gesture.
“Shhhh. We wouldn’t want anyone overhearing our little chat p>
I stretched my hand high, but his arm reached even higher. My heels slipped on the polished floor as I tried to grab it, and in one swift motion, his free hand shot out to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer.
My heart raced, pounding against my ribcage. The bathroom felt too narrow, too empty, and suddenly, he was far too close for comfort.
“What is wrong with you?” I demanded, my voice shaking slightly.
His bloodshot eyes burned with an unsettling clarity, filled with a desire that made my skin crawl. He leaned down, his breath hot and reeking of whiskey. “I made a mistake, Savannah. I realized I still want you. Will you take me back p>
The words hung heavy in the air between us, curdling the atmosphere.
And in that moment, I realized something chilling: Roman still wasn’t answering.
And I was completely alone with Dean.
As the echoes of Monica’s unexpected apology faded into the background, a whirlwind of emotions surged within me. The warmth of her embrace had stirred something long buried, a flicker of hope that perhaps the tides were turning in my favor. Yet, as Dean’s presence loomed ominously in the bathroom, that hope felt like a fragile thread, ready to snap at any moment. The contrast between the gentle sincerity of Monica’s apology and Dean’s aggressive insistence was jarring, leaving me grappling with the complexities of forgiveness and betrayal. The realization that I was caught between two worlds—one offering the promise of reconciliation, the other steeped in chaos—left me feeling more vulnerable than ever.
In that narrow space, as Dean’s breath mingled with the stench of alcohol, I recognized the gravity of my situation. I was no longer just a bystander in this unfolding drama; I was an active participant, faced with choices that could alter the course of my life. The absence of Roman’s reassuring presence only amplified my sense of isolation, forcing me to confront the demons from my past. With every heartbeat, I understood that I had to reclaim my power, to stand firm against Dean’s advances and the shadows of my former life. The path ahead was uncertain, but the weight of Monica’s words lingered, whispering that redemption was possible, even amidst the broken fragments of time.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter p>
As the tension in the bathroom reaches a boiling point, Savannah finds herself trapped in a precarious situation with Dean, whose intentions are anything but clear. With Roman’s absence looming heavily over her, the stakes escalate as Savannah grapples with the conflicting emotions stirred by Dean’s unexpected confession. Will she be able to fend off Dean’s advances and escape his clutches, or will the weight of her past threaten to pull her back into a world she desperately wants to leave behind? The choices she makes in this moment could alter the course of her relationships forever.
Meanwhile, the fallout from Monica’s surprising apology lingers in the air, leaving Savannah questioning everything she thought she knew about her rival. With the promise of a private meeting hanging over her, the potential for revelations about both Monica’s past and her own future looms large. What truths will unfold when Savannah finally sits down for tea with the woman who once wielded her power like a weapon? Will it lead to a deeper understanding, or will it unravel even more secrets that could change Savannah’s life irrevocably?
As the chapter closes, anticipation builds for the next installment. Will Savannah find the strength to confront her past while navigating the treacherous waters of her present? With Dean’s unsettling presence and Monica’s unexpected remorse, the path ahead is fraught with danger, desire, and the possibility of redemption. Prepare for a rollercoaster of emotions as Savannah’s journey unfolds, revealing the intricate dance between love, betrayal, and the quest for self-discovery.
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.