From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 109

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

**Chapter 109**

In that moment, instead of reaching for my hand, Monica leaned in closer. It wasn’t just an ordinary gesture; she enveloped me in a hug that felt both unexpected and surreal.

I stood there, frozen, as if a sudden chill had swept through me, turning my very essence to ice.

To my left, Chloe also halted, her confident smirk dissolving into an expression of sheer disbelief.

“I’m so sorry,” Monica murmured softly against my ear, her voice a gentle whisper that felt intimate and heavy with meaning. Her hand began to make soothing circles across my back, a gesture that was both comforting and confusing.

What was happening?

My body tensed as if she had plunged a knife into my back. My mind raced to comprehend the situation. Monica Kingston, the woman who had always viewed me with disdain, was now apologizing. Apologizing. To me.

I was the first to pull away from that unexpected embrace, feeling a rush of discomfort. What if she suddenly turned hostile, driving a metaphorical dagger into my back?

Chloe cleared her throat sharply, her irritation palpable. “Mrs. Kingston, this is my sister, Savannah. You do remember her, don’t you?” She dragged my name out like it was a lifeline, desperate to reignite the spark of drama she thrived on.

“It’s Mrs. McGraw now,” Monica corrected gently, her gaze unwavering as it remained locked onto mine. “Asher and I are divorced. I remarried.”

The words struck me like a slap across the face, reverberating in my mind.

“What? When?” Chloe and I exclaimed in unison, our voices overlapping in shock.

“I had no idea,” Chloe continued, her feigned surprise barely masking the delight in her eyes. “I thought you two were doing great. What happened? Was it because of Sav?”

Monica let out a soft laugh, shaking her head as if the very thought was absurd. “Let’s just say my perspective shifted. Your sister had nothing to do with our separation. If anything, she helped me see the truth. I owe her an apology. What I did was inexcusable.”

The ground beneath me felt unsteady, as if the very fabric of reality had begun to unravel. My brain scrambled for a semblance of logic, but nothing made sense. Monica had once loathed me, wielding her power, her social standing, and her husband like weapons against me. And now, here she was, radiating gentleness and remorse?

Was I dreaming? Had I somehow slipped into an alternate universe?

“Why are you apologizing to her?” Chloe snapped, her voice sharp and accusatory. “Have you forgotten she—”

“Can we meet privately sometime, Savannah?” Monica interjected, her tone firm and dismissive of Chloe’s interruption. “I would love to discuss some matters with you. Perhaps over tea.”

Her unwavering gaze sent a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, grappling with my own tumultuous emotions. “Of course, Mrs. McGraw.”

Her smile brightened, transforming into something warm and disarming. She slipped a sleek, black business card into my palm, her fingers brushing against mine in a fleeting touch that sent an unexpected thrill through me. “That’s my number. Call me whenever you’re free.”

I nodded, my head spinning slightly from the whirlwind of emotions.

With one last, radiant smile, she turned and drifted away, disappearing into the sea of guests. Chloe remained rooted beside me, her mouth agape, utterly humiliated.

I couldn’t help but let out a sharp laugh, feeling the tension slowly ebb away. “I take it that didn’t go quite as you expected?”

Chloe blinked, her expression tightening into a mask of irritation. But she recovered quickly, lifting her chin defiantly. “Don’t get too cocky and comfortable, Sav. Real wives like us always know that poisoned tea does the job quicker than you can say ‘Jack.’”

Her words slithered down my spine like a warning. With a dramatic spin, she glided back into the throng of guests, her false laughter bubbling up as she mingled with others.

I turned my gaze across the room, searching for Roman. His glass of whiskey was empty again, and he looked like he wanted to shatter it against the floor in frustration.

When our eyes met, I felt the heat of his fury burning through the distance.

A chill raced down my spine as I sensed the way he scrutinized every curve of my body with his piercing gaze. I quickly averted my eyes, feeling vulnerable under his intense scrutiny.

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