From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 318

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“Dahlia would never dream of divorcing me,” he whispered, like he was speaking to ghosts. “You’re lying. You’re just-” His voice cracked. “You’re evil, Reese. You’re saying this because you’re bitter. You’re alone. And you want everyone to end up alone like you because you ruin everything you touch.”

I scoffed. “I’d rather be alone than sleep with ghosts. At least solitude doesn’t pretend to love you back.” I let out a sharp humorless laugh. “I’m honest about the fact that I have no one. You? You’ve been lying to yourself for years. Dahlia was practically screaming for help and you didn’t hear a damn thing. You know I’m telling the truth. You know I have no reason to cook up lie-”

His head snapped up.

“And what about the fact that you got my wife pregnant?” he spat. “Does that not count as motive? You want to save your ass so badly that you’re dragging her memory into this lie?”

There it was again. The blade he kept stabbing me with. The lie that would not die. I laughed. “I’ll say this one more time. I did not fuck Dahlia. I did not touch her. But since you want proof-” I took a breath. He didn’t believe me. He never believes me. So I pulled out the only weapon I had left.

I swore the kind of oath you don’t walk back from.

“I swear on our mother’s grave, on my life, on your life, on Savannah’s life-”

His entire face shifted. His breathing faltered.

“And on your unborn child’s life, I never laid a hand on your wife. I never knew what she looked like without her clothes on. I never took her to bed. I didn’t get her pregnant. I didn’t betray you. I didn’t ruin your marriage.”

There was silence. Not calm silence. The kind of silence that precedes destruction.

Roman’s voice was low. “How dare you speak her name like that. How dare you put Savannah and my child’s life on your tongue, Have you lost your goddamn mind?”

I took a step forward. “Yes. I’ve lost my mind. Because you refuse to see what’s right in front of you.” My voice cracked like a whip. “Our father likely murdered your wife. That is the truth. I did not get her pregnant. But he sure as hell knows who did. He knows why she wanted to leave. And you’re too fucking blind to ask why!”

Roman’s face went blank. Not shocked. Blank. The kind of blank that meant the world had just knocked his soul out of his body.

“Don’t,” he said quietly. “Don’t try to drag him into your mess. I hate our father but don’t you dare put this on anyone else. Don’t dodge this. You want to talk about the past? Fine.”

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Chapter 318

His lips curled.

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“Explain to me why I found messages between you and Dahlia. Messages planning to kill me if I ever found out the child

she was carrying wasn’t mine.”

My heart stopped. Literally stopped beating for a second. “What?”

“I found chats,” he continued. “Between you and Dahlia. Talking about how the baby was yours and not mine. Talking

about leaving. Talking about killing me if I ever found out the child wasn’t mine.”

My stomach dropped. Everything inside me went silent. Like someone flipped the switch. “What?” I whispered. My voice

wasn’t loud this time. It wasn’t even steady. “Roman, what the fuck are you talking about?”

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