From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384

Chapter 218: Promise Me

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Savannah had been pouting since the plane touched down–an actual, committed pout, lips pushed forward, cheeks puffed, the kind of expression that would’ve been cute if it wasn’t accompanied by

complete silence.

My girl could weaponize quietness better than any argument. And she’d done it for the entire flight, the entire walk through the airport, and now into the car.

Her arms were folded tightly across her chest as she stared out the window like the scenery had personally offended her. The sound of the car filled the space between us, but even that felt too loud next to the

tension vibrating off her.

I nudged her gently. “Hey,” I murmured, keeping my voice low. “It’s not that serious, Sav. The house is always going to be there. We’ll pick up right where we left off.”

Her sigh fogged the window. “It’s not about the house, Roman.”

Of course it wasn’t. If it were, she wouldn’t be sitting there like she was seconds away from combusting.

I glanced at the driver and lowered my voice even more “Then talk to me. You’ve been sulking since we

boarded the plane.”

That was all the prompting she needed.

“I’m exhausted, Roman.” Her voice cracked–a tiny sound that sliced through me. “I don’t want to do this

anymore. I’m tired.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Savannah, calm down–just tell me what’s wrong.”

She turned toward me, and the breath punched out of my lungs. Her eyes were glossy, tears clinging to her

lashes, threatening to spill.

“Roman, I’m tired of all this. Of coming back home to… this mess. Why can’t we just be happy for once?” Her voice trembled until it broke. “Yesterday was perfect. We were away from everything. It was the first time in months that I didn’t feel like I was drowning. And now…” She gestured wildly. “Now we’re back here. Back to chaos. Back to stress. Back to your father. And my father. Back to uncertainty. And I can’t—

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Roman, I can’t keep doing this.”

A tear escaped and she wiped it angrily, frustrated with herself. “I just want all of this to end. All the

drama, all the tension, all the secrets. I want peace. Just peace.”

Her words tumbled, raw and fast, as if she’d been holding them in for far too long.

“I’m always waiting for something bad to happen,” she choked out. “Every time we’re happy, I’m bracing

myself. Every time you smile, I’m wondering what’s going to wipe it off your face. I can’t breathe anymore.

I feel like everything good is temporary with us, like something will always swoop in and ruin it.”

She pressed a trembling hand to her chest. “Is that what our future is going to look like? Happiness today,

misery tomorrow? Because I’m tired, Roman. I am so, so tired of this.”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. What was there to say? She wasn’t wrong. She wasn’t dramatic.

She wasn’t overreacting.

She was pregnant, stressed, overwhelmed, and stuck in the middle of a storm she didn’t create.

The guilt hit me like a punch.

Gently, I placed my hand on her lap. “Sav, hey… it’s okay. Don’t cry.”

She sniffed and wiped her cheek again. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being emotional. I just- I just want it to

end.”

“It will,” I promised, cupping her cheek. “I swear, Sav. This will be over soon. I’ll handle it.”

Her watery eyes searched mine. “You swear, Roman?”

My throat tightened. A promise like that had weight. A promise like that could break something if I didn’t

follow through.

But looking at her–my girl, my pregnant fiancée, the person who somehow still believed in me despite

everything–I couldn’t do anything else.

“I swear, baby.” I said quietly,

She exhaled shakily and leaned into me, resting her head against my chest. “Promise me that by our next doctor’s appointment… all of this will be behind us.”

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