From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 147

**Chapter 147: Lying Is A Sin**

“Savannah, please, let’s not go down that path.”

I let out a laugh, devoid of humor, tinged with bitterness. How utterly predictable. It was like clockwork, the way people avoided the truth. They danced around it, squirming like worms, erecting flimsy barriers of silence as if pretending it didn’t exist would somehow cleanse it. Or perhaps, in some magical way, transform it into an alternate reality.

But silence has a way of festering. It doesn’t simply vanish; it lingers, rotting the very core of your being. I had lived with this festering wound for far too long, and I had become adept at recognizing its stench. It was a part of me now—something I had learned to endure, to tolerate, and in a twisted sense, to accept as my own.

“That’s precisely the issue, Uncle Jace,” I shot back, the words erupting from me like a volcano, unfiltered and raw. “Why does everyone do this? You all push me to the brink, and then stand back, pointing at the pit I fell into, as if it’s my fault I ended up there. Why can’t any of you—just once—own up to what you did to me? Why can’t you just admit it, Uncle Jace?”

The phone quivered in my clammy hand, a stark reminder of my unraveling composure. It wasn’t until the salty taste of tears met my lips that I realized I was crying.

“You all made me bear the burden of guilt!” I gasped, my voice thick with emotion. “You, Mom, Dad—every single one of you. I was coerced into telling that lie every time someone inquired, forced to claim I had an affair when I hadn’t. Why?!”

A heavy silence hung in the air, thick with unspoken truths. A long, weary sigh crackled through the line, laden with guilt. “Sav, believe me, I had no part in any of that. Your mother just said that—”

“Exactly! My mother said.” My voice splintered, each fragment sharper than the one before. “She insisted it would be better for me to stick to that narrative because Monica was pregnant and already had a little boy who adored his father. A little boy who would eventually discover that his father wasn’t the hero he believed him to be. She claimed it would be cruel for Asher’s family to see him for the criminal he truly was. So instead, I became the one who was ruined. I was the one branded a slut, a homewrecker! I was the one spat upon, slapped, and publicly humiliated by Monica! While he sauntered free, playing the role of the devoted family man. How is that even remotely fair?”

“Jesus Christ,” he murmured, his voice laced with disbelief. “Of course it wasn’t fair. Who ever said it was?”

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