Chapter 90
In “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” Lizzie’s excitement over a new car quickly escalates into a tense family confrontation. The story opens with Lizzie’s exuberant reaction to Savannah’s new vehicle, a gift from Roman. Savannah, initially embarrassed, finds comfort in Roman’s presence as Lizzie expresses her playful disbelief and excitement. However, the lighthearted moment is abruptly interrupted by Chloe, whose jealousy and frustration over her own wedding day begin to surface. Her confrontation with Savannah reveals underlying tensions and unresolved issues between the sisters, particularly regarding Chloe’s mysterious pregnancy and her fiancé, Dean.
As Chloe accuses Savannah of trying to overshadow her wedding, the atmosphere becomes increasingly charged. Savannah’s father arrives, momentarily distracting the family with admiration for the car, but Chloe’s anger remains directed at Savannah. The scene shifts dramatically when Savannah confronts Chloe about the paternity of her baby, leading to a heated exchange that exposes deeper family secrets. The confrontation escalates as Savannah accuses Chloe of infidelity and reveals that Dean had a vasectomy, implying that he cannot be the father of Chloe’s child.
Chloe’s reaction to Savannah’s revelation is one of shock and disbelief, highlighting her vulnerability beneath her angry facade. The emotional stakes rise as Savannah stands firm in her accusations, forcing Chloe to confront the reality of her situation. The tension culminates in a powerful moment of truth, leaving both sisters at a crossroads, with the potential for their relationship to be irrevocably changed. The chapter captures a whirlwind of emotions, from excitement to jealousy, and ultimately to betrayal, encapsulating the complexities of familial bonds and the chaos that can arise on what should be a joyous occasion.
**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
*by Serene L. Arden*
“Oh my God! Is that exactly what I think it is p>
The words burst from Lizzie’s lips like a firecracker, and I felt my heart leap into my throat. I jolted back as if struck by a bolt of electricity, pushing Roman away from me with such force that I nearly lost my balance and toppled off the hood of the car. Lizzie, in a flurry of excitement, dashed across the driveway, her bare feet slapping against the concrete, her hair a chaotic halo around her face, her eyes wide with disbelief as they locked onto the vehicle.
“Savannah!” she shrieked, her voice cutting through the morning air like a siren. “Is this yours p>
I scrambled off the hood, my mind racing as I tugged down on my flimsy tank top, acutely aware of the way it clung to me and the very obvious state of my embarrassment. Heat rushed to my cheeks, turning them a vivid shade of crimson, while Roman leaned back against the car with an air of nonchalance, as if he were completely unfazed by the scene unfolding before him.
“Lizzie!” I squeaked, my voice barely above a whisper as I folded my arms across my chest, trying to shield myself from her gaze.
But Lizzie was oblivious to my discomfort, her entire being consumed by the beauty of the car before us. She circled it like a devoted worshipper, her fingers gliding over the sleek body as if it were a sacred artifact. “Roman, are you serious? You got her this p>
“It’s mine,” I declared, unable to suppress the grin that broke across my face, despite my embarrassment. “Roman got it for me p>
Lizzie gasped, clutching her chest dramatically as if she had just received the most shocking news. “Sav, I swear, if you don’t marry him, I’m returning him in one piece!” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and I could see the gears turning in her mind.
I laughed breathlessly, leaning into Roman for support, his presence grounding me. “Sorry, Liz. I don’t share. Especially not him p>
Roman’s hand found its place on my hip, his thumb stroking me in a lazy rhythm, a gentle reminder of how completely wrecked I still felt from the whirlwind of emotions that had been swirling around me.
Lizzie groaned, throwing her head back in mock despair as she began snapping pictures and videos of the car, her laughter ringing out like music. “This is unreal. I hate you both. No, wait, I love you— I don’t even know anymore!” She rambled, tugging at her hair in frustration, as if trying to pull herself out of the chaos of her own thoughts.
Before I had a chance to respond, another voice sliced through the excitement like a knife.
“What’s with all the noise?! And whose car is that p>
We all turned to see Chloe standing in the doorway, her expression already darkening, a storm brewing behind her eyes.
“It’s mine,” I said smoothly, hooking my arm through Roman’s and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, relishing the warmth of his skin against my lips. “He gifted it to me p>
Chloe’s face twisted into a scowl, her voice rising in pitch. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? Trying to overshadow me on my own wedding day?” Her tone was shrill, laced with frustration. “It’s bad enough that Dean hasn’t answered any of my calls or come home since last night. And now, Savannah?! You’re out here flaunting this? Where the hell is Dean p>
The tension in the air thickened as her words hung over us, and I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on my chest.
Dad emerged from the house, drawn by the commotion, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the car. Without hesitation, he patted Roman on the back and launched into an animated discussion about engines and horsepower, completely oblivious to the storm brewing between the sisters. I caught snippets of his praise for Roman, declaring him to be spoiling me too much.
The rest of the family gathered around the car, their whispers a soft murmur of awe as they reached out to touch the gleaming surface, even Emily joining in on the admiration. But Chloe remained rooted in place, her fury directed solely at me, her glare sharp enough to cut through the air.
Suddenly, the memories of last night crashed back into my mind like a tidal wave. The baby. The vasectomy.
I stepped forward, my resolve hardening as I grabbed Chloe by the elbow, pulling her away from the crowd and toward the garden, my heart racing.
“Let go, you freak!” she hissed, jerking against my grip, her voice low and dangerous. “Are you trying to bruise me the day before my wedding p>
“Who’s the father of your baby, Chloe?” I asked, my voice flat, devoid of any emotion.
She froze, her body going rigid as she blinked in shock, then erupted into bitter laughter. “Are you out of your mind p>
“Cut the act. You know exactly what I’m asking.” My gaze bore into her, unyielding.
For a fleeting moment, her facade cracked, revealing the vulnerability beneath, before she shoved me hard. I stumbled back a step, barely catching myself on the garden bench, my heart pounding in my chest.
“How dare you? You’re accusing me of cheating now? Saying my baby isn’t Dean’s?” Her finger jabbed at me, her voice rising in indignation. “You’ve gone too far this time, Savannah. Dad will hear about this p>
She turned to leave, but my words stopped her in her tracks, slicing through the tension like a knife.
“Go ahead. Run to Dad.” My voice was sharp, a blade of ice. “And I’ll tell Mom that Dean had a vasectomy. That he can’t be the father of your child p>
Her entire body went rigid, and slowly, she turned back to me, her eyes wide, red, and wild with a mixture of fear and disbelief.
“What are you talking about? Dean never had a vasectomy. He never mentioned that to me p>
I couldn’t help but let out a laugh, sharp and humorless. “Of course he didn’t. He didn’t want to risk passing on his condition to a child, did he p>
Her face drained of color, the reality of my words crashing down on her. “What do you mean Dean is sick p>
In the aftermath of the confrontation, a heavy silence fell between Chloe and me, the air thick with unspoken truths and the weight of our fractured relationship. It was a moment suspended in time, revealing the cracks that had long been hidden beneath the surface of our sisterly bond. The thrill of my new car and the excitement of Lizzie’s laughter faded into the background as I stood there, grappling with the reality of Chloe’s impending marriage and the secrets that threatened to unravel her world. The revelation of Dean’s vasectomy loomed large, casting a shadow over the joy that should have accompanied a wedding. I felt a mix of triumph and sorrow; while I had finally confronted the truth, I had also exposed the fragility of our family ties, leaving me questioning the cost of honesty.
As Chloe’s expression shifted from disbelief to a dawning horror, I realized that our lives were about to change irrevocably. The joy of my newfound love with Roman felt bittersweet against the backdrop of Chloe’s unraveling future. I had stepped into a new chapter, one filled with the promise of adventure and connection, yet I could not ignore the turmoil that swirled around my sister. The weight of my actions settled heavily on my shoulders, a reminder that dreams often fold into broken time, where the past collides with the present in unexpected ways. In that moment, I understood that while I had gained something precious, I had also ignited a storm that would test the very fabric of our family. The path ahead was uncertain, but as I looked at Roman, I felt a flicker of hope amidst the chaos—perhaps love could be the anchor we all needed to navigate the turbulent waters ahead.
In the next chapter of *Dreams Folding Into Broken Time*, readers can expect the tension between Savannah and Chloe to escalate dramatically. With the revelation of Dean’s vasectomy hanging in the air like a storm cloud, the confrontation between the sisters is bound to reach a boiling point. As Savannah grapples with the implications of her discovery, the intricate web of family secrets and unspoken truths will begin to unravel, forcing both sisters to confront their pasts and the choices that led them to this moment. Will Chloe manage to maintain her composure, or will the weight of Savannah’s accusations push her over the edge?
Meanwhile, Roman’s role will deepen as he stands by Savannah’s side, offering support amidst the chaos. His presence may prove pivotal as the family dynamics shift, revealing hidden loyalties and unspoken grievances. Lizzie, ever the comic relief, may find herself caught in the crossfire, trying to lighten the mood while grappling with her own feelings about the unfolding drama. As the wedding day approaches, the stakes will rise, and the reader will be left wondering if Savannah and Chloe can reconcile their differences or if this confrontation will fracture their relationship beyond repair. Prepare for a chapter filled with emotional revelations, unexpected alliances, and the haunting question of what truly binds a family together.
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.