Chapter 95
In Chapter 61 of “Dreams Folding Into Broken Time,” the protagonist grapples with intense emotions of jealousy, anger, and betrayal as she confronts the fallout of a complicated love triangle. The chapter opens with her feeling a toxic mix of feelings as she watches Chloe, her rival, receive sympathy from her fiancé despite her infidelity. The protagonist’s frustration boils over as she questions how Chloe can remain unscathed while she and the fiancé are burdened with the painful truth of her betrayal.
The tension escalates when the protagonist challenges the fiancé to confront Chloe about her cheating, revealing her disdain for his passive acceptance of the situation. The dialogue is charged with sarcasm and bitterness as she pushes him to acknowledge the reality of Chloe’s actions. The atmosphere is heavy with unspoken feelings, and the protagonist’s anger fuels her desire to see justice served, leading her to taunt him about the impending wedding.
As the confrontation unfolds, a shocking revelation emerges: the fiancé admits to his own infidelity, which adds another layer of complexity to the emotional turmoil. The protagonist seizes the moment to expose Chloe’s pregnancy by her ex-boyfriend, which leaves the fiancé visibly shaken. This revelation shifts the power dynamic, and the protagonist feels a mix of satisfaction and fear as she realizes the impact of her words.
The chapter culminates in a dramatic turning point when the fiancé declares that there will be no wedding, a statement that ignites a sense of triumph within the protagonist. Despite her desire to celebrate, she maintains a facade of composure, opting to control the narrative by ensuring he leaves in an Uber rather than her car. The chapter ends with her walking away, feeling victorious as she leaves the chaos of the broken engagement behind, relishing in the sweet melody of her triumph over Chloe’s perfect fantasy.
**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time p>
**Chapter 61: It’s Over p>
Jealousy coursed through me like a poison. No, it was more than that. I was furious. No, envious, perhaps?
The truth was, I couldn’t quite grasp the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. My chest felt like a tightly wound knot, each thread tugged by a different feeling—anger, betrayal, and a seething resentment that clawed at me from all sides.
How was it that Chloe could betray her fiancé, yet still be treated with such gentleness, like she was made of fragile glass? The man didn’t even seem angry with her. Not really angry, anyway. Instead, he was here, lamenting about how difficult it was for him to share his diagnosis with her.
What the actual fuck was happening?
The silence that enveloped us was suffocating, a weight pressing down that refused to lift. The only sounds were the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the occasional call of a bird overhead, as if the world around us was muted, oblivious to the storm brewing between us.
Finally, he let out a long, shaky breath, his voice rough and strained when he finally spoke.
“It’s cruel, Sav. That you and I carry this truth together, while she, of all people, gets to stay in the dark p>
My teeth clenched together in frustration. I was tempted, so very tempted, to remind him just how much of a bitch Chloe truly was. How pathetic he was for tolerating her infidelity, for still holding her hand after she had gotten pregnant by another man.
But maybe this was Karma’s way of teaching him a lesson. Oh, how poetic that would be.
“Then open up to her,” I shot back, my voice dry and laced with malice. “Tell her the truth. Let’s see if it’s the ultimate test of love p>
My tone dripped with sarcasm, but he seemed oblivious, staring out at the rippling water, his shoulders tense with unspoken burdens.
“It’s not that easy,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
I scoffed loudly, unable to contain my disbelief. “Not that easy? Are you forgetting she cheated on you p>
His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching in response, but he remained silent.
I leaned in closer, my voice a low hiss as I twisted the knife deeper. “Is the wedding still going to happen tomorrow p>
He didn’t respond, not even a glance in my direction.
A heat bubbled in my chest, rising to my throat until it felt like fire. I stood up abruptly, brushing dried leaves off my backside with jerky movements. “I’m leaving. I’ll let them know where to pick you up p>
As I turned to walk away, his voice sliced through the air like a knife.
“I cheated on her too p>
The leaves crunched beneath my heel as I froze mid-step. Slowly, I turned back to face him.
His posture was slumped, defeated, like a man who had been stripped bare of all pretenses. “I’m not innocent either. I propositioned you. Fuck, Sav… What do you expect me to do? Leave her? She sent me a text threatening to kill herself tomorrow.” His hands tangled in his hair, tugging at it as if he wanted to rip it out in frustration.
What a fucking narcissist.
My lip curled in disdain. “We both know she’s being dramatic. She’s not actually going to kill herself; she’s a master at manipulation p>
“You can’t be sure.” His head snapped up, eyes wide and desperate. “Chloe’s really fragile p>
“Fragile my ass.” The words escaped my lips before I could rein them in. “She gets away with everything, doesn’t she p>
“You don’t understand,” he shot back, his voice rising.
“Oh, I understand perfectly.” My tone sharpened, cutting through the tension like a knife. “You’re a coward. Too weak to stand up to a woman who—” I paused, my chest heaving with the weight of my words. They sat heavy on my tongue, both poisonous and sweet. “—who got pregnant by her ex p>
The world around us seemed to still.
Even the wind held its breath. The water, the birds, even my own breath dared not move in the charged atmosphere.
His head jerked toward me, shock evident in his expression. “What did you just say?” His voice was low, dangerous, a storm brewing beneath the surface.
I instinctively took a step back, sensing the tension crackling in the air.
“What did you just say?” he repeated, his tone demanding, each word heavy with unspoken fury.
“Savannah.” He rose slowly, his body taut and trembling.
“You heard me.” My voice was sharp, but my throat constricted with anxiety. I forced myself to stand my ground, meeting his gaze head-on. “Your fiancée is pregnant by her ex-boyfriend, Zane. He was with her that night at the mall when we went looking for her. I saw him p>
His face drained of color, the blood seemingly sucked away, leaving him pale and hollow.
The sight thrilled me, yet it terrified me at the same time.
But I pressed on, going for the kill. “What now? Suddenly you care? I thought you were fine with her spreading her legs for other men. Why are you reacting like this now, huh?” I jabbed a finger hard against his chest. “What changed p>
He stood frozen, his body rigid, like a statue carved from ice.
The silence stretched on, so long that I almost laughed at the absurd tension. Almost.
“See you at the wedding tomorrow,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I turned on my heel.
“There will be no wedding p>
His voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
I froze mid-step, my heart flipping and skipping in pure joy.
I turned slowly to face him. “What p>
“There will be no wedding,” he repeated, each word deliberate, as if he were carving them into stone. “Take me to the house, and I’ll tell her myself. It’s over p>
My insides ignited like fireworks. Chloe’s big day, her perfect fantasy, was about to go up in flames. I wanted to dance, scream, twirl in delight, but I kept my smile small and controlled. No need to show all my cards.
“Fine,” I said casually, biting back the shriek of excitement rising in my throat.
He started toward my new car, and my joy plummeted for a moment.
Um… no. You’re not stepping foot in there.
“I already called you an Uber,” I said quickly, stepping in front of him. “It’ll be here in a few minutes p>
He frowned. “Uber? Why? I thought you drove here p>
Yes, I did. But hell would freeze over before he smeared his dirt all over my perfect customized leather seats.
“You arrived in an Uber too, didn’t you p>
He nodded reluctantly.
“Perfect. So it shouldn’t be anything new leaving in one p>
He looked at me like I was the strangest creature alive, then finally gave a small nod of agreement.
“I’ll get going first. Don’t want to keep Roman waiting.” My tone was light and airy, but also calculated.
At the mention of Roman, his fists clenched, his jaw locked tight. His nostrils flared as he exhaled, like he was trying to smother a fire inside him.
The reaction made me smile. Yes!
“That’s not love, Sav.” His voice was tight, almost bitter. “That’s obsession. There’s something about that guy p>
I plastered on my brightest, fakest smile. “Lucky me. I’ve always craved the obsessive type of love p>
And with that, I turned and walked away, every step a victory, the echo of his shattered engagement trailing behind me like a sweet melody of triumph.
In the aftermath of the confrontation, a heavy silence settled between us, punctuated by the distant calls of birds and the gentle lapping of water against the shore. It was a moment of reckoning, where betrayal and resentment intertwined, revealing the raw wounds that lay beneath the surface. As he stood there, the weight of his own choices crashing down upon him, I felt an unexpected surge of satisfaction. Chloe’s carefully constructed facade of a perfect life was crumbling, and in that instant, I realized the power of truth—how it could unravel the most tightly woven deceptions and expose the frailty of human connections. It was over, not just for him and Chloe, but for the illusion of love that had kept us all tethered to this painful cycle.
As I walked away, the exhilaration of victory coursed through me, mingling with a bittersweet sense of loss. I had orchestrated this moment, yet the thrill of triumph was tempered by the understanding that love, in all its complexities, often spiraled into obsession and heartbreak. The path ahead was uncertain, and while I reveled in the chaos I had ignited, a part of me wondered about the emptiness that followed such destruction. Would I find solace in my own choices, or was I merely trading one form of pain for another? With each step, I embraced the unknown, ready to confront whatever lay ahead, knowing that the echoes of this day would resonate long after the dust had settled.
**What to Expect in Next Chapter p>
In the upcoming chapter of *Dreams Folding Into Broken Time*, tensions will reach a boiling point as Savannah grapples with the fallout of her explosive confrontation with him. With Chloe’s wedding on the precipice of collapse, the stakes have never been higher. Savannah’s delight in the chaos she has orchestrated will be tested as she faces the consequences of her actions. Will her satisfaction in Chloe’s impending heartbreak be overshadowed by the realization of her own tangled feelings for him? As secrets unravel and emotions spiral, readers will be left questioning the true nature of love, loyalty, and betrayal.
Moreover, the arrival of the Uber will serve as a pivotal moment, setting the stage for unexpected revelations and confrontations. Will he confront Savannah about her manipulative tactics, or will he take the opportunity to finally break free from the chains of his toxic relationship? As the characters navigate their intertwined fates, the lines between love and obsession will blur, leading to a shocking climax that promises to leave readers breathless. Prepare for a whirlwind of emotions, as the next chapter unfolds the complexities of desire, deception, and the harsh realities of love in a world where dreams fold into broken time.
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.