Chapter 509
Chapter 509
Chapter 289: Good Night, Roman
Savannah
I hated silence. Not the peaceful kind that settles after laughter. Not
the quiet that wraps around two people who understand each other
without speaking. This silence was sharp–edged and heavy. It was so
suffocating that it literally pressed against my ribs until breathing
itself felt like dying.
It came the moment the words left my mouth–words I wasn’t sure I
was strong enough to stand behind p>
Pick.
Even now, standing there in front of him, I could feel the tremor
buried beneath my resolve. Leave Roman? Walk away from everything
we had built together? Start over alone with a child and a shattered
heart?
I didn’t know if I could do it.
I hadn’t planned to say it. The ultimatum hadn’t been waiting in the
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back of my mind, rehearsed and polished. It had erupted out of
something raw and wounded inside me–something that had been
tightening for days, maybe weeks, maybe longer.
Hearing him speak about his past, about her, about responsibility and
justice and unfinished vows…something in me had snapped. The fear
had spoken before love could stop it.
I had always believed–with a certainty so deep it felt like instinct-
that Roman would choose me without hesitation. That the man who
held me like I was the only solid thing in his world would never risk
losing me.
But seconds passed. Then more.
He said nothing.
He didn’t move toward me. Didn’t argue. Didn’t reassure. Didn’t even
deny what I had implied. He simply stood there, staring. And
something cold began to creep into my chest.
His gaze felt unfamiliar, like he was looking at a stranger wearing my
face. There was confusion in his eyes, yes–but also something wounded. Something searching.
Is this who you are? The unspoken question hung between us.
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The silence stretched until it became unbearable. I could feel panic
rising, clawing up my throat. Every instinct screamed at me to take it
back, to run to him, to bury my face against his chest and pretend
none of this had happened,
But pride rooted me in place. Fear held me still.
River was the first to break. “Savannah … ” Her voice trembled, barely
more than a whisper. “You don’t really mean that, do you p>
I couldn’t answer. If I spoke, I would break. If I admitted doubt,
everything would collapse. So I looked away instead, wiping a tear
that betrayed me by slipping free.
Reese let out a harsh exhale, dragging a hand through his hair. “You
two are unbelievable,” he muttered. “Of course she doesn’t mean it p>
And then Roman spoke. “Yes, she does. ”
My heart stopped.
The certainty in his voice didn’t sound angry. It didn’t sound
defensive. It sounded… tired. Certain. Like he recognized something
in me I hadn’t wanted him to see.
“Roman, no- ” River started.
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He lifted a hand slightly. She fell silent immediately.
“Is this what it’s come to?” he asked quietly.
I could feel his eyes on me, heavy with meaning. I couldn’t look back.
If I saw too much pain there, I would crumble.
He didn’t wait for an answer, he continued. “How did we get here?” he
continued. “How did we fall to this level of… pettiness? ”
The word struck like a slap.
“How did you come to threatening me with a child?” he went on,
voice still low, still controlled. “How did things go so wrong between
us, Savannah p>
Anger flared–bright and defensive, fueled by fear. “Yes, ” I snapped. “This is exactly where you pushed me. You and your obsession with a dead girl.” A humorless laugh escaped me. “I can’t even believe we’re
having this conversation p>
He shook his head slowly, disappointment etched into every line of
his face.
“No. Don’t do that,” he said, voice rising slightly. “Don’t twist this
into something else. You can’t say what you just said and then
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pretend innocence. No. Don’t pretend you don’t know what you did p>
River stepped between us, hands raised slightly. “Please,” she
pleaded. “If you keep going like this, you’re both going to say things
you can’t take back p>
Roman never took his eyes off me. “It’s already been said,” he replied
quietly. “She’s made her position very clear p>
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