Chapter 197
In Chapter 197 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the protagonist, Savannah, confronts her ex-boyfriend Dean about their tumultuous past. The conversation is charged with raw emotions as Savannah accuses Dean of only caring for her when it suited his needs, revealing her deep-seated bitterness and hurt from their relationship. Dean, taken aback, insists that he genuinely cared for her, but Savannah’s anger spills over as she recounts her struggles during their time together, emphasizing that he was oblivious to her pain while he indulged in a carefree lifestyle.
As their argument escalates, Savannah’s frustration peaks, and she demands Dean to stop talking and just drive. Their exchange reveals the layers of unresolved feelings, with Dean expressing a desire to start over and Savannah dismissing his claims of love. The tension in the car is palpable, with Savannah feeling a mix of anger and disbelief at Dean’s attempts to rewrite their history. She sarcastically responds to his claims, underscoring her conviction that he never truly understood love.
The conversation takes a darker turn when Dean ominously suggests that Savannah is not safe with her current partner. This statement hangs heavily in the air, creating a sense of foreboding. Savannah’s initial reaction is one of disbelief and sarcasm, but Dean’s intense gaze and the tension in his demeanor suggest a deeper concern. As the chapter progresses, Savannah feels an unsettling realization that Dean’s warning might not be unfounded, leaving her with a sense of unease about her safety and the choices she has made.
The chapter culminates in a moment of confrontation, where the emotional stakes are high. Savannah’s internal conflict between past love and present safety becomes evident, as the dialogue navigates through resentment, vulnerability, and the complexities of their shared history. The ending leaves readers with a sense of uncertainty, hinting at the unresolved issues that linger between them and the potential dangers that lie ahead.
**Title: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 197 p>
I couldn’t help but scoff, shaking my head in disbelief. “Of course you do, Dean. It’s almost laughable. I remember it all too well—how you’d only come around when you had some urgent need to fulfill. That’s all I ever was to you, right? Just a convenient little option p>
His head jerked toward me, his eyes igniting with a flash of indignation. “Jesus, Sav! No. That’s not true. What the hell? I genuinely cared for you p>
“Don’t give me that! It’s a lie, Dean! Just stop already. We’re not together anymore.” My voice rose, raw and jagged with years of unspoken bitterness. “You never loved me. You just used me when it suited your needs. And now? Now you’re just a bitter little boy throwing a fit because a real man is finally giving me the love I deserve p>
The impact of my words landed squarely in the air between us. I could see the way his face flinched, as if I had struck him. His lips parted, revealing the wounded expression that crossed his features. For once, Dean was left speechless, devoid of his usual clever comebacks.
“Is that really how you see me?” His voice trembled, small and vulnerable. “Is that what you think of our time together? That I was only using you for sex? That’s it? You didn’t feel my love for you? You didn’t see how deeply I cared p>
Turning my gaze back to the window, I focused on the blur of trees racing past us. It felt safer to look outside than to meet those pleading eyes. “Just shut up and keep driving, Dean. I’m losing my patience with you p>
After a heavy pause, he finally admitted, “I know I wasn’t the best boyfriend. I admit I was distant. You know how much I was dealing with back then p>
“I was dealing with my own shit too!” I exploded, my voice louder than I intended, years of suppressed rage finally breaking free. “I was facing battles far beyond what you could ever comprehend! My own demons were haunting me! I had so much more on my plate than college football and frat parties. I was hurting! I was dying slowly while you hopped from keg to keg every other night p>
His voice rose to match my intensity. “If that hurt you, why didn’t you ever say anything?! You should have told me! Why keep silent and then throw it all back at me now p>
“Just drive, Dean!” I snapped, feeling Roman’s voice echo in my mind: Do not get too comfortable. Do not engage in unnecessary discussions with him. I straightened in my seat, resolve filling my tone. “And don’t you ever raise your voice at me again. I am not Chloe; I will hit you p>
For a moment, my words rendered him speechless.
He let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head as if I were a riddle he couldn’t solve. “Whatever that guy’s been telling you, it’s given you a huge pair of balls p>
“Said the smallest man who ever lived p>
“What was that?” he asked, his attention still on the road, missing my jab entirely.
“I said, shut up and drive. You’re reminding me of all the reasons I can’t stand you p>
That seemed to do the trick. He fell silent. For maybe thirty seconds. And then, in a soft, almost nostalgic tone, he said, “We used to be very happy, Sav p>
I barked out a laugh, bitter and sharp. “Only when my legs were open p>
His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel, his grip tightening. “Fuck, no. That’s not true p>
“Stop lying. It’s pathetic p>
“I loved you. You loved me too. Don’t you remember?” His voice cracked, desperation seeping through with each word, unraveling like a frayed thread.
“I remember you ignoring me. I remember feeling worthless while you chased after parties and cheap thrills. You don’t know the first thing about love, Dean. Neither did I—until I met a man who isn’t afraid to show the world how much he loves me p>
His nostrils flared, the sharp angles of his profile illuminated by the dim streetlights flashing by. “Him and I are different people, Savannah. We’re not the same. We don’t express our feelings the same way p>
“Thank God for that p>
“I admit I messed up,” he pressed on, relentless in his pursuit. “I want to make it right. I want us to start over p>
This time, my laughter erupted uncontrollably, spilling out until my chest ached from the effort. “You must be insane. An escaped psychopath. Or maybe you’re just a madman on the loose p>
His jaw tightened, frustration etched into his features. “I’m not joking p>
“Well, you must be p>
His eyes flicked toward me, something dark swirling within them, a hint of danger lurking just beneath the surface. “You’re not safe with that guy, Savannah p>
I leaned in, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “And I suppose I’m safe with you p>
He turned to face me, just for a fleeting moment, his eyes locking onto mine with an icy intensity. “That’s where you’re wrong p>
My skin prickled in response. “Excuse me p>
His grip on the steering wheel tightened further, knuckles now bone white. He held my gaze, unyielding. “You’re not safe p>
The words hung heavily in the air between us, a chilling weight that made my heart race. The road stretched endlessly ahead, the engine’s hum suddenly louder, more ominous. My fingers itched toward the door handle, a sense of unease creeping up my spine and settling there, refusing to let go.
And then it hit me—Dean wasn’t warning me. He was…
In the suffocating silence that followed Dean’s chilling declaration, I felt the weight of our shared history crashing down around us like a tidal wave. The echoes of our past reverberated in my mind, a cacophony of love, betrayal, and pain that had shaped who I was today. I had spent so long entangled in the web of his expectations, suffocated by his indifference, that I had almost forgotten how to breathe on my own. But with each passing moment, I could feel the chains of our toxic relationship crumbling, replaced by the fierce resolve to reclaim my narrative. I was not the girl who waited in the shadows for his fleeting affection; I was a woman who had found her voice, her worth, and the strength to stand against the ghosts of my past.
As the car sped down the darkened road, I realized that this confrontation was not just about Dean; it was about me finally confronting my own demons and embracing the freedom that came with letting go. I had loved him once, but that love had twisted into something unrecognizable, something that had stifled my spirit. Now, as I stared out into the night, I felt an exhilarating sense of liberation. I was no longer defined by his perception of me, nor would I allow his insecurities to dictate my worth. The shadows of our shared past might linger, but I was ready to step into the light, to forge a new path unburdened by his presence. The journey ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a long time, it was mine to navigate, and I was determined to embrace whatever lay ahead.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
As the tension in the car thickens, readers can anticipate an explosive confrontation between Savannah and Dean that will delve deeper into their tumultuous past. With Dean’s ominous warning hanging in the air, the stakes are raised, and Savannah must navigate the treacherous waters of her emotions while grappling with the implications of his words. Will she confront the reality of her current relationship with Roman, or will Dean’s haunting presence pull her back into a web of doubt and confusion? The next chapter promises to unravel layers of their shared history, revealing secrets that could change everything.
Moreover, as Savannah’s resolve is tested, we can expect her to confront not only Dean but also her own vulnerabilities. This pivotal moment may force her to reevaluate what love truly means and whether she can trust her instincts in a world where past and present collide. Will she find the strength to stand her ground, or will the ghosts of her past threaten to drag her back into a cycle of hurt? With emotions running high and danger lurking in the shadows, the next chapter will leave readers on the edge of their seats, eager to discover how Savannah will reclaim her narrative and what choices she will ultimately make.
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.