From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 232

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

**Chapter 232**

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I blurt out, the words spilling from my lips before I can stop them. Instantly, a wave of regret washes over me, as if I’ve said something profoundly inappropriate.

The urgency in my voice feels too intense, too charged. Too much desire, perhaps.

His gaze flickers down to my robe, taking in the soft fabric that clings to me, then swiftly returns to my face, his expression unreadable.

Oh, for heaven’s sake. Not this, Roman. Not now.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I stammer, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I just meant you came home late, and I was… well, I was curious about where you’ve been all day.”

He lets out a heavy sigh, one that seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Savannah, I’ve had a really long day. I’m too exhausted to do this with you right now. Good night.”

With that, he turns away, his footsteps echoing softly as he heads toward the stairs.

“I’m not trying to nag you or start a fight,” I call out quickly, desperation creeping into my voice.

He pauses, his shoulders rising and falling as he takes a moment before turning his head slightly in my direction.

“Then what is this?” he asks, his tone a mix of curiosity and frustration.

I swallow hard, feeling the lump in my throat. “I just need your help. My mom does, actually. Or, well—Penelope’s help.”

At the mention of Penelope, his demeanor shifts. He faces me fully now, the distance between us still palpable, but his interest is piqued.

“Go on,” he prompts, his voice steady.

“She wants to divorce Julius,” I reveal, my heart racing as I brace myself for his reaction.

To my surprise, he remains impassive. No raised eyebrows, no shock; his expression is calm, almost as if I had merely mentioned the time of day.

“Alright,” he finally replies, his tone flat. “Text me the hospital address. I’ll forward it to Penny.”

A mix of relief and disappointment swirls in my chest, tangling together in a confusing knot.

He starts to leave but then hesitates, turning back to me with a serious look. “A piece of advice,” he says quietly, his voice low and measured. “Knowing the kind of man her soon-to-be ex-husband is, she’ll need all the support she can get. Tell her to transfer her assets to you or your siblings. Anything she owns—house, shares, even her jewelry. Do it quickly.”

This is the most he’s said to me in four days. Four long days of silence. Four days spent walking around each other like shadows in a haunted house, each of us too afraid to break the stillness.

I never uttered a word about it. So how in the world does he know?

Roman stands there, still discussing legal steps and asset protection, while I stare at him, my perception of him shifting. I’m seeing him anew, as if a veil has been lifted.

He appears so composed, so calm. It’s as if he’s unaware he’s just unearthed a secret that has been buried deep within me for my entire life.

I don’t interrupt him. I simply watch, caught between shock and fear. Fear that if I confront him about this revelation, I might lose him forever. And the thought of that is unbearable.

His jaw tightens as he continues to speak, the exhaustion in his voice evident, but there’s something else lurking beneath the surface—a flicker of understanding, of calculation.

Finally, he glances back at me, his gaze piercing. “Savannah, did you hear me?”

I nod numbly, my mind still reeling. “Yeah. I heard.”

“Good.” He gives a slight nod and moves toward the hallway. “Text me the details. I’ll handle the rest.”

As he disappears up the stairs, the sound of his footsteps fades away, leaving the house enveloped in silence. The light from the hallway dims, and I sit there, alone once more, staring at the empty space he just occupied.

Before whispering to no one, my voice barely above a breath, “How do you know that, Roman?”