From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 256

**Chapter 256: You’re Truly Miserable**

“She what?” The shock in Roman’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and incredulous, echoing off the walls of our cramped bedroom.

“I’m telling you, Roman!” I was pacing back and forth, my agitation manifesting in every step, like a wild animal trapped in a cage. The fury coursed through my veins, igniting every nerve ending. “Penny walked right into that room and declared to everyone that you were married to her sister before me. Just like that! As if she were reading from a goddamn press release. As if she were announcing the weather for the day. You should have seen her face, the arrogance dripping from her tone. She wanted to humiliate me, to drag me through the mud in front of everyone.”

Roman remained seated on the edge of the bed, his hands balled into tight fists, the veins on his forearms standing out like ropes ready to snap. His jaw was tense, a small, silent twitch that warned me he was on the verge of exploding.

“She did it on purpose,” I continued, my voice rising with indignation. “She wanted to ruin the day, and she succeeded. Everyone just stood there, Roman. Not a single person spoke up. Her words hung in the air like a foul stench that refused to dissipate, lingering long after she left the room.”

Roman’s jaw tightened further, his expression darkening into something dangerously lethal. His fists clenched on the bed, knuckles white against the fabric. “Penny must be out of her mind. She had no right to do that.” Suddenly, he stood up, his movements sharp and decisive as he reached for his phone. “I’m calling her.”

“Good,” I said, stepping closer, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and anticipation. “Let’s hear her try to explain why she thinks it’s her business to dig up old graves. She owes us a massive explanation. Now she’s going to tell us why she thought it was appropriate to spew that garbage in front of my entire family.”

Without hesitation, he grabbed his phone from the nightstand, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the storm brewing inside him. That was the scariest part of Roman—the eerie calm before the tempest. He dialed her number with a precision that sent a shiver down my spine. As the call began to ring, he reached out and took my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles tenderly before lifting my hand to his lips, pressing a brief, reassuring kiss there.

“I know,” he murmured softly, as if making a promise that everything would be okay.

Four rings. Five. I held my breath, half-expecting her not to pick up. But then, unexpectedly—click. She was on the line.

“Put it on speaker,” I whispered, my heart racing.

He complied, and the tension in the room thickened.

“Penny.” His voice emerged low and dangerous, each word laced with barely contained fury. “What the hell did you do? Have you finally lost your mind?”

A silence stretched out, heavy and uncomfortable, before her voice slithered through the speaker, smooth as silk but laced with venom. “Good evening, Roman. I presume your little friend came running to you already?”

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