Chapter 91
In Chapter 91 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the tension between Savannah and Chloe escalates dramatically. Savannah confronts Chloe about her relationship with Zane, suggesting that Chloe has been unfaithful to her fiancé, Dean. The confrontation is charged with emotions, as Savannah’s disdain and bitterness towards Chloe are palpable. Chloe reacts with anger and denial, attempting to deflect the accusations while her composure begins to crumble under the pressure of Savannah’s revelations.
As Savannah presses further, the atmosphere thickens with unease. She accuses Chloe of being reckless, particularly regarding her drinking while possibly pregnant. This accusation strikes a nerve, causing Chloe to falter and panic. Savannah’s mocking tone emphasizes her contempt for Chloe’s perceived ignorance, leading to a fierce exchange that highlights the deep-seated animosity between the two women. Chloe’s desperation becomes evident as she demands to know Dean’s whereabouts, revealing her fear of losing him.
The confrontation escalates physically when Chloe grabs Savannah’s arm in a fit of rage, prompting Savannah to retaliate. The struggle culminates in Chloe losing her balance and falling to the ground, which shifts the dynamic of the confrontation. In a moment of vulnerability, Chloe begins to cry, portraying herself as the victim while accusing Savannah of pushing her. This manipulation attempts to sway the narrative in her favor, but Savannah’s indignation only intensifies as she insists on the truth of the situation.
The chapter concludes with the arrival of Savannah’s father, who is furious and ready to reprimand her. This moment adds another layer of complexity to the conflict, as Chloe’s tears and accusations threaten to reshape the perception of the confrontation. The emotional stakes are high, with Savannah caught between defending herself and facing her father’s wrath, leaving the reader in suspense about the outcome of this turbulent encounter.
**From Best Friend To Fiancé p>
**Chapter 91 p>
**Chapter 59: Test Drive p>
I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, fixing Chloe with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “Why don’t you just ask your virile fiancé?” I sneered, letting each word drip with disdain, relishing the way it stung.
The hit landed with the force of a slap. Her eyes widened in shock for a fleeting moment before narrowing into slits, her lips compressing into a thin, furious line. She sensed the mockery woven into my words.
“You’re insane,” she shot back, venom lacing her voice. “Am I really supposed to stand here and listen to a bitter ex spew lies p>
A low, humorless laugh escaped my lips, echoing in the tense air between us. “Oh, Chloe. You know, denial looks particularly ugly on you. But we both know the truth, deep down p>
“Yeah, we both know you’re desperate. And delusional,” she retorted, her voice climbing in pitch, the anger radiating off her like heat waves. “Dean never got a vasectomy. That might just be another lie he told you to keep you from clinging to him. I wouldn’t put it past him. You’ve always been a pest p>
With a sharp turn on her heel, she attempted to dismiss me, just like she always did. But the words tumbled out of me before she could escape.
“It’s Zane’s, isn’t it p>
She froze mid-step, her shoulders tensing up like a coiled spring. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy, before I continued, my tone soft yet sharp enough to cut.
“I kept wondering why Zane was at the mall that night. It didn’t make sense… until last night. You’ve been sleeping with him behind Dean’s back, haven’t you? And let me guess…” I inhaled sharply, the weight of my words pressing down on us both. “That night was when you told him you were pregnant p>
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard, glancing around like a guilty child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. It was almost pathetic.
“But here’s the part that really puzzles me,” I went on, tapping my chin in mock contemplation. “You’ve been drinking wine all week, Chlo. Either you’re dumber than I thought, or you’re lying through your teeth p>
For a brief moment, her composure faltered. She stumbled back, her face paling as if I had physically struck her.
“What are you talking about p>
Her voice cracked, brittle and fragile. “Can’t I drink wine if I’m pregnant? Is there a law that prohibits me from doing that p>
I felt my jaw slacken in disbelief. Was she really this dense? Or was she just playing dumb to save herself?
My tone dropped dangerously low. “Are you really this stupid, or are you just trying to rile me up p>
“You can’t be serious p>
Her face betrayed her, the tiny flicker of panic in her eyes confirming what I suspected. A hollow, humorless laugh escaped me.
“You really didn’t know, did you? God, Chloe, you’re so unbelievably clueless it’s almost funny. Guess you don’t need brain cells to teach yoga p>
Her hands balled into fists at her sides, trembling with barely contained rage. “Where the hell is Dean?!” Her voice rose into a shrill scream, desperation lacing her words. “What did you tell him? Where is he p>
I tilted my head, amusement flickering at her unraveling. “Dean doesn’t need me to say a word. He knows. That’s why he’s not answering your calls. That’s why he’s gone. If I were you, I’d start shopping for a substitute groom, because Dean’s not coming back for your cheating p>
I turned away, letting my words hang in the air like a death sentence. But before I could walk away, her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my arm. Her nails dug deep into my skin, sharp as claws.
“You come back here!” she shrieked, yanking hard. The pain made me hiss.
“Let go, Chloe!” I snarled, twisting against her grip, desperate to break free.
“Give me back my fiancé!” she screeched, her nails gouging crescents into my flesh. The fire of pain burned where she dug in.
“Chloe—let go of me!” I shouted, yanking my arm free with a violent twist.
She hadn’t braced for the sudden force. Her body lurched backward, her feet slipping on the garden floor. She hit the ground with a graceless thud, a short scream escaping her lips as she landed hard on her backside.
“Savannah p>
The voice snapped my head up. My father stood there, fury blazing in his eyes, the heat of his anger palpable.
Chloe’s tears sprang forth instantly, as if someone had flipped a switch. She pointed a trembling finger at me. “She pushed me p>
“That’s a lie!” I barked, my chest heaving with indignation. “She dug her nails into me. I only pulled away p>
“That’s not true!” Chloe’s sobs shook her shoulders, her voice quivering just enough to sound convincing. Aunt Janice rushed to her side, helping her up as Chloe leaned dramatically against her.
“You liar!” I shot back, rage searing my throat, my heart racing.
“Enough!” Dad roared, his strides long and purposeful as he advanced. His face was flushed with anger, his hand already raised, ready to deliver a reprimand.
In the aftermath of the confrontation, the air hung heavy with unresolved tension and the bitter taste of betrayal. Savannah stood amid the chaos, her heart racing as she faced the fallout of her words. The confrontation with Chloe had peeled back layers of deceit, exposing the raw wounds of their intertwined lives. As Chloe crumbled, tears streaming down her face, Savannah felt a mix of triumph and horror. The truth had emerged like a dark specter, casting shadows over friendships once thought unbreakable. Yet, the weight of her revelation bore down on her, leaving her to grapple with the consequences of exposing Chloe’s infidelity. In that moment, she realized that victory came at a cost, and the fragile fabric of their relationships was now irrevocably torn.
As her father’s furious gaze bore into her, Savannah felt a surge of defiance mingled with guilt. She had fought for her truth, but at what price? The world around her faded into a blur as she processed the chaotic scene—the sobs of Chloe, the concerned whispers of Aunt Janice, and her father’s looming disappointment. In the midst of it all, Savannah understood that this was not just a battle for love; it was a reckoning of her own identity, a moment where she had to confront her choices and the person she had become. As she stood there, bracing for the storm of consequences, she felt a flicker of resolve ignite within her. No longer would she be a passive player in the drama of their lives; she would reclaim her narrative, even if it meant facing the heartbreak that lay ahead.
**What to Expect in the Next Chapter p>
As the tension between Savannah and Chloe reaches a boiling point, the aftermath of their explosive confrontation will set the stage for a whirlwind of revelations and consequences. With Savannah’s father stepping in, the dynamics of their relationships will shift dramatically, forcing both women to confront the fallout of their actions. Will Savannah manage to defend herself against Chloe’s manipulations, or will her father’s anger cloud his judgment, leading to a deeper rift in their family? Expect emotions to run high as loyalties are tested and secrets threaten to unravel.
Moreover, the looming question of Dean’s whereabouts hangs over the narrative like a storm cloud. With Chloe’s desperate cries echoing in the air, the next chapter promises to delve into the chaos that ensues when the truth about the pregnancy comes to light. Will Dean return to confront the betrayal, or will he choose to walk away from a relationship built on lies? As alliances shift and new alliances form, readers can anticipate a gripping exploration of trust, betrayal, and the lengths one will go to protect their heart. Prepare for unexpected twists and a deeper dive into the characters’ psyche as they navigate the treacherous waters of love and deception.
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.