From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345

“And why do you always blame me? Why?” she shrieked. “Whenever anything goes wrong in your boring, shitty, stupid life, you pin it on me! Are you obsessed with me or just addicted to blaming me?!”

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I blinked, stunned. “What? When do I blame you for everything? You’re the one who blames me! Your wedding failed–my fault. Your lies blew up–my fault. You plotted with Dean to humiliate me, Chloe! Have you forgotten? You are the architect of your own misfortune. Don’t drag me into it.”

Roman’s hand moved gently over my stomach, a protective instinct I didn’t even think he’d show in front of her. His voice was soft and low. “Sav. Calm

down. Remember the baby.”

Chloe’s eyes zeroed in on that movement. They sharpened. Then softened. Just for a second. And in that second… she broke Or almost did.

Her eyes glistened, a flicker of something raw–maybe pain, maybe regret, maybe envy.

But then Paula squeezed her arm and whispered in her ear. Whatever humanity had flickered in Chloe’s expression vanished and a cold smile replaced it.

“Well, well, well. Didn’t expect that. Didn’t think you’d let him knock you up this quickly, but then again…” She snickered. “You’ve always wanted to be me, right? Copying everything I did–even my mistakes.”

Something inside me snapped viciously. Her narcissism. Her delusion. Her cruelty. It all boiled over.

I stepped forward. My voice went ice–cold. “Be you?” I scoffed. “I’d rather bite off my own tongue than be you for a second. You’re everything I despise. You’re pathetic. Alone. Miserable. Unloved. Unwanted. Evil. That’s why no one wants you. If I had to live like you, I wouldn’t want to live at all.”

Her eyes glistened instantly. Paula dragged her back protectively.

“What now, Chloe?” I taunted softly. “You can dish it out but you can’t take it? Hurts, doesn’t it? And let me be crystal clear, I have never hurt you. Whatever imaginary scenario you’ve made up in your twisted little head didn’t happen. You fabricate stories so you can play the victim every time.”

Her breath hitched. And something darker than hatred flashed across her face. I twisted the knife deeper, hoping to see her crack.

“I loved you,” I said quietly. “Just like a sister should. I tolerated your bullshit. I forgave you when you didn’t deserve it. I thought you’d grow out of your childish, selfish ways. But now? After everything you’ve destroyed?” My voice sharpened. “There’s no redemption left for you. You’re the worst person I’ve ever met. And honestly, I wish I never knew you.”

Chloe flinched like I’d struck her. The cracks spread. Her mask fractured. Her breathing shook. Then her lips curled.

“The feeling’s mutual,” she whispered. “I hate you. I hate you so much because you ruined my life.”

And there it was. Finally.

“I ruined your life?” I repeated. “Last time I checked, you plotted with Dean to ruin my life”

She laughed–bitter, broken. “You’re really going to pretend you don’t know? Pretend you don’t know why I turned out this way because of you?”

“Know what?” I hissed.

She stepped closer, her face inches from mine. Her voice trembling, not with fear but with rage and something else beneath it. Something trembling. Something unhealed.

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Chapter 345

“Why don’t you tell me now, Savannah,” she whispered. “When we were younger… why were you always taking me to Professor Kingston’s house?”

The world stopped.

I might have probably stumbled backwards after that question. Thankfully, Roman held me.

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I frowned, not quite understanding what this cursed name had to do in this conversation. “What do you mean?” I questioned. “What has Asher Kingston got

to do in this?”

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