Chapter 143
In Chapter 90 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” titled “Don’t Go,” Roman Blackwood grapples with the consequences of his hidden secrets as he ascends the staircase, having just disposed of a note that could jeopardize his relationship with Savannah, his fiancée. The act of burning the note brings him a mix of satisfaction and dread, highlighting his internal conflict and the fragile state of their relationship. Despite the relief of having Reese out of his life, the oppressive silence of the house amplifies Roman’s anxiety, making him feel trapped by the weight of his secrets.
Upon entering his bedroom, Roman is met with an unsettling chill, foreshadowing the storm that is about to unfold with Savannah. His hesitation at the threshold reveals his vulnerability, as he reflects on Savannah’s dual role as his best friend and the one who holds the power to judge him for his past. When he finally steps inside, the confrontation escalates quickly, culminating in Savannah slapping him—a shocking act that underscores her anger and betrayal. Her fierce words slice through Roman, revealing the depth of her hurt and frustration over his deception.
Savannah’s fury is palpable as she confronts Roman about his family’s treatment of her, including disrespectful comments from his father and the aggressive behavior of his brother. Each accusation lands heavily on Roman, awakening a protective rage within him. He feels a mix of guilt and anger, not only at his family’s actions but also at himself for failing to protect Savannah from their toxicity. The emotional turmoil intensifies as Savannah reveals the hurtful insinuation made by his stepmother, suggesting infidelity, which leaves Roman reeling and the atmosphere thick with tension.
The chapter captures a pivotal moment in their relationship, where secrets and unspoken truths come crashing down around them. Roman’s desperation to make amends and protect Savannah contrasts sharply with her feelings of betrayal, creating a volatile emotional landscape. The weight of their shared history and the revelations of the moment threaten to unravel the bond they have built, leaving both characters on the brink of a critical turning point. As Roman vows to confront the threats against Savannah, the chapter ends with an air of uncertainty, highlighting the fragility of their love amidst the chaos of their lives.
**Chapter 90: Don’t Go p>
**Roman p>
As I ascended the staircase, I casually tossed the note into the fireplace, watching with a mix of satisfaction and dread as it curled and blackened, consumed by the flames. The thought of Savannah discovering it sent a chill down my spine. I couldn’t afford to let her see it—not when our relationship was already hanging by a thread.
Each step felt increasingly burdensome, as if the weight of my secrets was pressing down on me. An unsettling silence enveloped the house, its stillness amplifying my anxiety. I should have felt a sense of relief with Reese finally gone, banished from my home like the loud nuisance he was, but instead, the quiet felt suffocating. It wrapped around me, tightening like a noose, making it hard to breathe.
When I reached my bedroom door, an unfamiliar chill seeped into the air, sending a shiver down my spine. It felt as if the room was holding its breath, waiting for me to enter. My instincts screamed at me to brace myself for the impending storm that awaited me upstairs.
Good God, how utterly pathetic was I? Here I was, Roman Blackwood, a man who had faced countless challenges, yet I found myself hesitating at the threshold of my own bedroom, paralyzed by fear of the tempest that was Savannah.
Savannah.
She was not just my best friend; she was my fiancée, the one person who anchored me in this chaotic life. Yet, in this moment, she felt like my executioner, ready to deliver the verdict on my unspoken sins.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation ahead. With a reluctant push, I opened the door and stepped into the room. The atmosphere was eerily serene, almost too peaceful for the storm brewing within me. I half-turned to close the door behind me, but before I could fully process my surroundings—
Smack.
The sound of her slap sliced through the air, sharp and jarring, before the sting even registered on my cheek. My head snapped to the side, caught completely off guard by her sudden aggression.
“What the p>
“Why did you keep that away from me?! Why? For five fucking years, Roman! You made me look foolish back there!” Her voice was a tempest, shaking with rage, her hands clenched into tight fists, her eyes wild and shimmering with unshed tears. It was a sight that twisted my gut, making me feel smaller than I ever had.
I clenched my jaw, rolling it to dispel the shock. No one had dared to lay a hand on me in years, yet this fierce little woman thought nothing of it. And the most infuriating part? I allowed it.
Her slap was nothing compared to the dagger embedded in her words.
“How,” she demanded, stepping closer, her presence overwhelming, “can I be your best friend or even claim to be your fiancée yet remain in the dark about your family history? How is that even possible, Roman p>
I exhaled slowly, desperately trying to find my footing. “Savannah… I was trying to protect you. It was a long time ago. My father isn’t the president anymore, nor the general. He’s just a bitter old man now. So what’s the problem p>
Her laughter was a harsh, broken sound, devoid of any humor. She ran her hands through her hair, a gesture of frustration that made it seem like she might just pull it out in despair. “What’s the problem? You’ve got to be kidding me. I can’t believe I fell for this crap p>
“Savannah, please, just calm down p>
Her eyes shot to mine, blazing with indignation. “Did you just tell me to calm down p>
“Jesus Christ.” I tugged at my own hair in frustration. “It’s not that serious, Savannah p>
Her jaw dropped in disbelief. “Not that serious?!” She stepped into my space, her body trembling with barely contained fury, the heat radiating off her palpable. “Not that serious when your brother manhandled me and pinned me to the wall like I was some criminal p>
My stomach plummeted. “What p>
“You heard me.” Her voice cracked, each word a sharp blade. “Not that serious when your father humiliated me, asked me how far along I was, as if I’m some broodmare for your family’s legacy. He disrespected me, Roman. His wife looked at me like I was… beneath her p>
Her breaths came in quick, uneven gasps, and each word struck me like a bullet, piercing through the armor I had built around myself.
What had my family done? What vile poison had they unleashed on her in my absence? My fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Reese. That insufferable prick was going to pay for this. No one laid a hand on her and got away with it—not while I still drew breath.
I forced air into my lungs, dropped the bag I had been holding onto the table, and stepped toward her with caution. “Savannah, I’m so sorry. I truly am. You shouldn’t have had to endure any of that while I was away. They had no right to treat you that way. I promise you, I’ll take care of Reese. He will regret ever laying a finger on you p>
She crossed her arms, tapping her foot in a steady rhythm that spoke volumes of her restrained fury. Her lips pressed together tightly, as if she were holding back a torrent of emotions.
“Go on,” I urged softly, my voice barely above a whisper. “Say it, Sav. Just let it out p>
She inhaled sharply, her expression shifting as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders, then she unleashed her words like a storm. “Your stepmother insinuated you’re sleeping with her p>
In that moment, the room tilted on its axis. Time seemed to freeze, and the air thickened with the weight of her accusation.
As the confrontation escalated, the emotional chasm between Roman and Savannah deepened, revealing the raw wounds of betrayal and misunderstanding that had festered beneath the surface for years. Roman’s attempts to shield Savannah from the darkness of his past had only served to entrap her in a web of lies, leaving her feeling isolated and disrespected. The slap was more than just a physical reaction; it was a manifestation of her pent-up frustration and a desperate plea for honesty. Roman’s heart raced as he grappled with the realization that his protective instincts had backfired, and now, the woman he loved was standing before him, shattered and furious, demanding the truth he had withheld for far too long.
In the aftermath of their explosive exchange, a fragile hope lingered in the air, as both Roman and Savannah stood on the precipice of an emotional reckoning. The storm of anger and hurt had laid bare their vulnerabilities, forcing them to confront not just the external threats posed by his family but the internal demons that had driven them apart. As Roman vowed to protect Savannah from his brother and the toxic legacy of his family, he understood that this confrontation was not merely about defending her; it was about rebuilding the trust that had been so carelessly shattered. In that moment, they both recognized that the path to healing would be fraught with challenges, but it was a journey they could only embark on together, with honesty as their guiding light.
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect the tension between Roman and Savannah to reach a boiling point. With the revelation of Savannah’s accusation hanging heavily in the air, the stakes have never been higher. Roman’s world, already teetering on the edge of chaos, is about to unravel further as he grapples with the implications of his stepmother’s words. The emotional fallout from this confrontation promises to be explosive, as both characters must navigate the treacherous waters of trust, betrayal, and the deep-seated fears that threaten to tear them apart.
As Roman attempts to defend himself and clarify his relationship with his stepmother, the shadows of his family’s past loom larger than ever. With the threat of Reese still lingering and the specter of his father’s legacy casting a long shadow, Roman must confront not only the external conflicts but also the internal demons that have haunted him for years. Will he be able to mend the rift between him and Savannah, or will this latest revelation be the final nail in the coffin of their relationship? The next chapter promises heart-stopping revelations and emotional confrontations that will leave readers breathless and eager to discover the fate of Roman and Savannah’s tumultuous bond.
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.