From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 517

From Best Friend To Fiancé

Chapter 517

Chapter 293: The Unborn

Roman

He’s lying.

The thought arrived with strong certainty like a reflex meant to

protect what remained of my sanity. It planted itself firmly in my

mind and refused to move.

He has to be lying. Because if he wasn’t… then everything I believed

about the past–about Dahlia, about Naomi, about myself–would

unravel into something unrecognizable.

How could the child Dahlia carried have been mine? The time

difference didn’t match up. Someone is definitely lying…

“How dare you,” I growled, my fingers tightening in the fabric of his collar until my knuckles burned. “What kind of twisted nonsense are

you spewing? First you made it seem like Reese was the father. Now

you’re saying the child was mine? What are you? What kind of demon

manipulates truth like this?”

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My voice rose without my permission.

“The child wasn’t mine!”

He did not resist my grip. He did not look threatened. If anything, he

regarded me with a calm that felt more violent than any strike.

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“Believe whatever helps you endure the moment, Roman,” he said

evenly.

Then, with deliberate gentleness, he removed my hands from his

collar as if disentangling himself from something trivial. He stepped

back, restoring distance between us while I stood frozen in place, my

arms hanging uselessly at my sides.

The room seemed too quiet. Too still. Even my breathing sounded

foreign. Could he be telling the truth? The possibility slipped into my

thoughts.

“You said,” he continued, his tone measured, “that you would kill the

man responsible for your wife’s pregnancy.”

His eyes held mine with unsettling steadiness.

“I have given you a name. Roman. Will you make good on your

promise?”

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My body refused to respond. Muscles locked. Breath stalled. Words

dissolved before they could form. “I don’t believe you,” I whispered

hoarsely. “Dahlia was-”

“Already losing her mind,” he finished for me.

The words struck harder than any blow.

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“I will spare you the trouble of denial,” he continued. “Penelope had been poisoning your wife long before the accident. Slowly and methodically. You did not notice the signs because you neither looked

nor knew what to look for.”

My heartbeat thundered in my ears.

“Hallucinations are not imaginary in the way you think, Roman,” he

said quietly. “They are real experiences to the mind. Your wife

endured them with remarkable resilience. She fought to keep her

sanity. She fought… for your child. I doubt Dahlia even knew what

trimester she was in.”

My thoughts shattered.

Penelope had been poisoning Dahlia all along? For how long? How

many moments had I misread? How many signs had I dismissed? How

many times had Dahlia reached for help while I stood blind beside

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her?

A new horror surfaced, colder than the rest. If he was telling the

truth… Then Naomi was truly mine.

The realization hollowed my chest from the inside out. “Why?” The

word escaped me before I could contain it. It was barely more than

breath. “Why are you so determined to destroy everything I love?”

He regarded me with something almost resembling patience. “I am

not destroying your life,” he said. “I am correcting it.”

The calm conviction in his voice was unbearable.

“I am your father. I understand consequences in ways you cannot.

Your daughter would have suffered horrors you cannot begin to

imagine. Pain that would have broken you beyond repair. Pain that

would have shattered our family’s name, reduced everything we built

to ridicule and ruin-”

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