From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 511

Chapter 511

Chapter 290: You Don’t Know?

Roman

I hadn’t expected Savannah to come back. Not to the room. Not to the

bed. Not to me.

The moment I walked out of Reese’s room and shut that door behind

me, something in my chest had already known how the night would

end- alone, awake, and staring at the ceiling while the echo of her

words replayed over and over in my head like a punishment I couldn’t

switch off.

So I didn’t wait for her.

I didn’t even lie down properly. I just sat on the edge of the bed for a

long time, elbows on my knees, hands clasped together, staring at

nothing. At some point, I leaned back against the headboard. At some

point, the darkness outside the windows softened into gray. At some

point, morning arrived.

I never slept. My mind refused to quiet. Every time my thoughts

began to dull, her voice cut through again.

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Pick. A. Side. The word felt like a blade pressed slowly against bone.

I still couldn’t believe she had said it. Savannah- my Savannah – the

woman who had stood by me through chaos and pain and everything

in between. The woman who had once looked at me like I was her

home.

How could she think I would choose anyone else? How could she even

ask? After everything we had survived together… after everything we had

lost… after everything we were still trying to protect… she believed I

could abandon her for a memory?

My jaw tightened.

Would we ever just be happy? Would there ever be a moment when

nothing stood between us – no ghosts, no fears, no family politics, no

past that refused to stay buried?

Or was this what we were now? Two people constantly fighting

shadows.

I didn’t understand her jealousy. I truly didn’t. Dahlia wasn’t here. She hadn’t been here for years. Savannah had never met her. Never

spoken to her. Never shared a single moment with hen

Yet somehow she was fighting her. Fighting someone who couldn’t

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answer back.

Was it the pregnancy? The hormones? The fear? Was she lashing out

because everything felt unstable and she needed something to push

against?

The question gnawed at me.

Should I have been more patient with her? Should I have stayed calm

when she demanded something I could never promise? Should I have listened instead of reacting? Should I have held her instead of arguing?

For a moment, guilt stirred. Then anger crushed it when I remember

she threatened to walk away.

She threatened to take my child and disappear from my life as if everything we had endured together could be erased with a decision

made in anger.

I nearly died. I nearly lost everything. And this was what she offered

me in return a choice that was never a choice at all.

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No. That wasn’t something I could simply excuse away.

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