From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 516

Chapter 516

“Says the man who married his own son’s girlfriend.” I laughed

bitterly. “But, no. You didn’t do it, you simply ensured your friends

did it for you.”

“Yes,” he replied without hesitation.

The room tilted. Sound receded. Breath became difficult. My chest

tightened as if an invisible hand had closed around my heart.

“And you admit that,” I whispered. “You admit it so easily? That was

my wife. My wife!”

“You asked for the truth,” he said. “Is it now too heavy for you to

bear?”

I did not answer. I feared if I spoke, he would stop. And I desperately

needed him to continue.

“To be a man,” he began, “is to make difficult choices. To be powerful

is to make unforgivable ones.”

My fists clenched again.

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“I required leverage,” he continued. “Influence over men who would

not otherwise bow. I had a different plan when I invited them–each

of them–separately. Believe what you wish, but Dahlia was not the

original bait.”

The words scraped against my nerves.

“But plans evolve,” he said. “Circumstances shift. When they saw

her… the situation changed.”

I felt exhaustion wash over me, heavy and suffocating. “And you

allowed it,” I said hoarsely,

“Yes.” No hesitation. No remorse. “Because control,” he continued,

“requires sacrifice. But matters escalated beyond expectation.

Certain… complications arose. And difficult decisions became

unavoidable.”

My voice sounded distant even to my own ears. “One of them got her

pregnant. That’s why you killed her, isn’t it?”

“As I said-”

“Which one?” My hands trembled violently. “Which one of them did that to her?! Tell me the bastard’s name and I’ll squeeze the life out

of him!”

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He stared out the window, unmoved. “You’d kill the man who got her

pregnant?”

“Yes! Now fucking spit it out!” I screamed. “Who was it?!”

“Does it truly matter?” He asked calmly.

:

My body moved before thought could intervene. I seized his collar,

dragging him toward me. “Tell me who it was!”

He did not resist. He did not fear me. Instead, he raised one hand

subtly, signaling Hudson to remain where he was and not interfere.

“Would you have preferred,” he asked quietly, “to raise a child

conceived through betrayal?”

“You left her no choice!” I shouted. “Dahlia never betrayed me. She

was raped. She was broken!”

monster,

He studied my face calmly. “You see me as a monster,” he said.

“No,” I replied. “Monster is too small a word for what you are, You destroyed Dahlia. You destroyed Reese. You destroyed River. You tried to destroy Savannah. You fucked up every child you ever had.”

He nodded slightly, as though considering my words rather than

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rejecting them.

“I have only ever protected you,” he said again. “Shielded you from

pain. From exposure. From consequences the world would gladly

impose upon you.”

“You murdered your wife and your unborn child,” I said through

clenched teeth. “You murdered your own grandchildren.”

He gave a low, thoughtful chuckle. “You still misunderstand.”

His hand came to rest on my shoulder. I felt revulsion crawl across my

skin, but I did not move.

“I was not killing my grandchildren,” he said softly. “I was saving my

granddaughters.”

My breath stalled.

“I spared them,” he continued, “from the inevitable consequence of

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