From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 203

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 203**

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.”

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.”

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—”

“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.”

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.”

I couldn’t help but scoff, the sound bitter on my tongue. “I find that hard to believe.”

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.”

“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.”

“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?”

“I did nothing but take care of her and love her,” I insisted, desperation creeping into my tone.

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.”

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.”

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.”

“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?”