From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 270

**Chapter 158: He’s A Man-whore!**

Savannah

“I despise him. I loathe him. I can’t stand him.”

The words erupted from my lips like a relentless barrage, ricocheting off the sterile walls of the hospital room. “God, I can’t believe that arrogant son of a—” I caught a glimpse of my mother, her form nestled under the thin hospital sheets, and quickly hissed, “-son of a bastard.”

It felt cathartic to vent my frustrations, even if it didn’t quite extinguish the fiery anger coursing through me. At least I wasn’t about to explode. Yesterday, Reese—the embodiment of a walking, breathing headache—had officially moved in with us. My home, my fiancé, my sanctuary—everything had been turned upside down.

Damn you, Roman.

If I had even a shred of self-discipline, I would ensure there was no pool for him to dive into for at least a week. But alas, I lacked that strength. Or perhaps I was simply too hormonal to think straight. That infuriatingly attractive Roman had a way of making my resolve crumble at the mere sound of his voice.

Pathetic.

“Feeling better now?” Alyssa’s voice chimed in from behind me, light and teasing, utterly unhelpful.

I turned to her, my glare sharp. “No. If anything, I feel worse.”

She chuckled, sliding onto the edge of the hospital bed beside me. My mother lay between us, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow yet steady. The nurses had informed me that this round of chemotherapy was hitting her particularly hard. I remembered the tears streaming down her face when I arrived, her body trembling with pain, and I had felt so helpless, so utterly powerless. Now, she was finally asleep, her features serene, though the harsh hospital lights cast a pallid glow over her face.

“He can’t be that bad if Roman’s letting him stay with you,” Alyssa offered gently. “You should trust your fiancé a little more, Sav.”

I let out a humorless snort, rolling my eyes. “Trust him? Roman has betrayed me.”

Alyssa raised an eyebrow, a hint of disbelief flickering across her face. “No, he hasn’t. He’s doing this for your sake. That’s devotion, not betrayal.”

“Not you too,” I groaned, dragging my hand down my face in exasperation. “Reese has infected your brain as well? Fantastic. Who’s next? Mom? Because, honestly, Lizzie’s already head over heels for the guy.”

As if the universe had a twisted sense of humor, the door swung open, and in walked Lizzie, her eyes sparkling and her smile annoyingly wide. “Did someone mention Reese? I swear I heard his name!”

I dropped my hands in despair, my heart sinking further. “There goes that. Just great. Fuck my life.”

Alyssa smirked, clearly enjoying my misery. “Your crush is actually staying with Savannah and Roman,” she informed Lizzie. “He’s there right now.”

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