From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 69

**Chapter 44: I’ll See You In Print**

Her words struck me like a sudden chill, freezing my very essence. I felt the warmth of my blood turn to ice, coursing through my veins as if winter had seeped into my soul.

Memories, long buried and hidden away in the darkest corners of my mind, clawed their way back to the surface, taunting me mercilessly under the unforgiving light of day.

My mouth felt parched, my tongue glued to the roof as if it were a physical manifestation of my dread.

She knew she had struck a nerve—a sensitive spot that was better left untouched. But the silence that enveloped us was a fragile one, ready to shatter.

“I’m not here to judge you, Sav,” she began, her voice steady but laced with concern. “I understand you had your reasons. We’ve all stumbled, made choices we wish we could take back. I know you regret what happened, but—”

“That’s enough.” I raised my hand, a gesture of finality. “I need a moment alone. Please.”

Alyssa turned to face me fully, her expression shifting. “Wait, are you seriously kicking me out of your room right now?”

“Please, Alyssa. You’ve said more than enough already.”

Her lips parted, as if she were about to unleash a torrent of words, but they faltered, caught in the web of her thoughts. Slowly, she rose from her seat, her gaze pinning me in place—a mix of pity and challenge swirling in her eyes.

“You can’t just ignore this topic and expect it to vanish, Sav. It won’t. Sure, I made a mistake, but I’m not going to pretend it never happened. Emily is proof of that wrong turn I took in my life.” She pressed on, her voice firm yet compassionate.

“Sometimes, the only way to find closure is to confront the challenge head-on. It takes guts, you know? That’s basic therapy 101.”

I let out a scoff, bitterness lacing my tone. “Good thing I’ve never been one to bare my soul to strangers.”

“Exactly. You hide behind your jokes and sarcasm so that no one can see the real you—the one that’s bleeding inside.” Her words were sharp, cutting through the layers I had built around myself.

But she didn’t understand. I wasn’t bleeding. I was keeping the wound sealed tight, determined to never let it fester again.

“You had an affair with your professor while he was still married. That doesn’t mean you have to wear it like a crown of shame for the rest of your life,” she said, her voice softening but still resolute.

I folded my hands over my knees, my heart racing. “You don’t know anything about what really happened.” My tone was final, a wall rising between us.

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