Chapter 203
In Chapter 203 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the emotional confrontation between Roman and Penelope reaches a boiling point as they grapple with the painful memories of Dahlia, Penelope’s deceased sister and Roman’s former lover. Penelope reveals the devastating truth that Dahlia loved Roman deeply and died while pregnant with his child, a revelation that ignites a fierce argument. Roman, however, insists that the child was not his, claiming that Dahlia had been unfaithful. This accusation shocks Penelope and leads to a heated exchange filled with anger, disbelief, and sorrow.
As the confrontation escalates, Penelope struggles with her emotions, torn between defending her sister’s honor and the painful implications of Roman’s words. Roman’s anger simmers beneath the surface as he tries to defend himself against the accusations that he is responsible for Dahlia’s death. Penelope’s fury intensifies as she questions why Roman would allow Dahlia to die if he truly loved her, suggesting that his doubts about her fidelity contributed to the tragedy. The air between them is thick with tension, and their shared grief over Dahlia’s loss reveals deep-seated guilt and unresolved feelings.
The dialogue is charged with raw emotion, as both characters confront their memories and the impact of Dahlia’s death on their lives. Penelope accuses Roman of hiding behind his new relationship with Savannah to escape the pain of losing Dahlia, while Roman grapples with his own guilt and regret. As Penelope’s words cut deep, revealing the truth of Roman’s unresolved feelings, he struggles to maintain control over his emotions, caught between the past and the present.
Ultimately, the chapter captures the complexity of grief, love, and betrayal as both characters are forced to confront the shadows of their shared history. The tension builds to a breaking point, leaving readers with a sense of impending revelation as Roman wrestles with the truth he is not yet ready to confront. The emotional stakes are high, and the chapter ends on a note of unresolved conflict, highlighting the characters’ struggles with their past and the burdens they carry.
**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 203 p>
A humorless laugh escaped her lips, a hollow sound that echoed in the charged air between us. “My sister’s dead, Roman. It didn’t end well for me.” Her voice trembled, a fragile thread that threatened to snap, but she drew in a breath and steadied herself. “She loved you. So damn much. Dahlia shouldn’t be forgotten so easily for a fleeting fancy like your Sav. She was your soul mate, Roman. My sister died while carrying your child p>
The words struck me like a blow, igniting a fire in my chest that felt unbearable. The air in the room grew thin, suffocating, as if the walls were closing in around us.
“The child wasn’t mine,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
She froze, her expression shifting from disbelief to shock. “What?” The single word was a knife, cutting through the tension.
“It wasn’t mine,” I repeated, my voice rising, the anger I fought to suppress bubbling to the surface. “Naomi wasn’t mine p>
She recoiled, as though I had physically struck her. The haze of inebriation in her eyes vanished, replaced by clarity and fury. “What? How dare you smear dirt on my sister’s name p>
“It’s the truth!” I shouted, my voice cracking, reverberating off the cold marble counter. “Your perfect sister, the one who couldn’t hurt a fly, got pregnant by another man! And she had the audacity to pin it on me. Dahlia wasn’t as innocent as you think. You’re her sister. You had to know p>
Her lips quivered, and I could see the battle waging within her. “That’s not true. My sister would never break her vows to you. She loved you more than anyone. Even more than me p>
I couldn’t help but scoff, the sound bitter on my tongue. “I find that hard to believe p>
Tears welled in her eyes, shimmering like glass. “So that morning she died—that’s why you turned your back on her. You believed she was cheating. That’s why you let her die, even though you knew she was reaching out to you p>
“I didn’t know,” I replied, my voice breaking under the weight of the accusation. “I would never have let that happen if I’d known. Don’t you dare paint me as a monster. I did not kill Dahlia. It was an accident p>
“Why do I find it hard to believe that the man standing in front of me, accusing my innocent sister of infidelity, had nothing to do with her death?” she spat, her fury palpable. “There were more Blackwoods living in that house at that time than I can count. Why did she have to drive herself? Why were the brakes cut? Nothing makes sense, Roman. Every night I wake up at midnight thinking—what the hell did you and your twisted family do to my sister p>
“I did nothing but take care of her and love her,” I insisted, desperation creeping into my tone.
“Lies,” she hissed, her voice laced with venom. “You didn’t deserve her. None of you did. You killed her. You Blackwoods ruin everything you touch p>
At that moment, something within me fractured—not with a loud crack, but with the quiet force of a bone splintering under pressure.
I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a low, shaking whisper. “If your innocent sister hadn’t p>
Penelope’s breath hitched, but she remained rooted in place, defiance blazing in her eyes, as if daring me to finish the thought and shatter her illusions.
I halted, my fingers curling into fists, wrestling with the urge to unleash the truth.
No. Not yet.
“Roman,” she urged, her voice trembling, a mixture of fear and hope. “Say it. Finish that sentence. If my sister hadn’t what p>
I turned away, gripping the edge of the counter so tightly my knuckles turned white. The bitterness of the wine lingered on my tongue, mingling with something darker—regret, old and rancid.
She stepped closer, her reflection shimmering beside mine on the glass door of the cabinet. “You act like you’re angry at me, but it’s guilt, isn’t it? That’s what’s eating you alive. You blame yourself for what happened to her. You always have p>
I shut my eyes tightly, willing the truth to stay buried. Don’t.
“You can’t even look at me without remembering her face,” she said softly, her voice slicing through the silence. “That’s why you hide behind Savannah. Because she’s safe. She doesn’t look like Dahlia. She doesn’t remind you of what you lost p>
Her voice was unraveling, slipping between grief and venomous truth.
“You think I don’t see it?” she continued, her words like daggers. “The way you go quiet or defensive when I mention her name. The way you used to flinch whenever you heard that song she played on the piano. You walk around pretending you’ve moved on, but you’re still standing in that burning wreck, Roman. You’ve just built your new life over the ashes p>
“Stop.” My voice was low, trembling with the effort to maintain control.
But she pressed on, undeterred. “She died because of you, and you just—what? Replaced her? With some girl who can’t even tell when you’re bleeding under your skin p>
In the suffocating silence that followed, the weight of Penelope’s words hung heavily in the air, a palpable reminder of the shattered bonds and unresolved grief that had long haunted us both. I felt the walls of my carefully constructed façade begin to crumble, the truth clawing its way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged. The anger that had fueled our confrontation now felt like a flickering candle in the midst of a storm, overshadowed by a deeper, more insidious pain. We were two souls tethered by loss, each grappling with the ghosts of our pasts, yet unable to find solace in the other’s presence. In that moment, I realized that the only way to escape the cycle of blame and regret was to confront the truth head-on, to allow the rawness of our shared sorrow to guide us toward a fragile understanding.
As I stood there, trembling with the weight of my own guilt and the undeniable truth of Dahlia’s absence, I understood that healing could only begin with honesty. Penelope’s fierce love for her sister clashed with my own remorse, creating a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to swallow us whole. Yet, amid the chaos, there was a glimmer of hope—perhaps by facing our shared pain together, we could begin to unravel the tangled threads of our pasts. The road ahead would be fraught with difficulty, but as I looked into Penelope’s eyes, I saw the flicker of a possibility: that forgiveness might one day replace the bitterness, and that in the ashes of our grief, we could find a way to honor those we had lost, together.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
As the tension in the air thickens, Chapter 204 promises to delve deeper into the fractured relationship between Roman and Penelope. With the devastating revelations laid bare, the emotional stakes are higher than ever. Will Roman confront the truth about his past and the role he played in Dahlia’s tragic fate? Or will he continue to hide behind the walls of guilt and denial, risking everything he has built with Savannah? The chapter is set to unravel the layers of deception and unresolved grief, pushing both characters to their limits as they grapple with their shared history.
Expect a storm of emotions as Penelope’s fury clashes against Roman’s desperation for redemption. The confrontation will escalate, leading to a pivotal moment where secrets long buried may finally come to light. Will Penelope uncover the truth about her sister’s life and death, or will she remain blinded by her grief? The chapter will also explore the ramifications of their heated exchange, as both characters must decide whether to confront their past or allow it to continue dictating their futures. As the shadows of their memories loom large, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to discover how these revelations will reshape their lives and relationships moving forward.
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.