Chapter 167: Let's Be Practical

Savannah “Roman, please look at me,” I whispered through my tears. My voice trembled, my chest tight, my world collapsing into the silence between us—before my very eyes. He didn’t. He just sat there—stone still, eyes fixed somewhere past me—as if I wasn’t even in the room. As if he couldn’t bear to look at me. And God, that cut deeper than anything he could’ve said. I reached out anyway, desperate, trembling, and caught his hand. I pressed it to my cheek, to my tears. “Please,” I begged, my throat burning. “Roman, please look at me.” Slowly—too slowly—he turned. His eyes were bloodshot, the red cutting through the green of them. He looked exhausted, hollow, and hurt. His hand twitched in mine, and it was then I realized he was shaking. Roman was trembling. When he finally spoke, his voice was rough, low, and trembling with something that wasn’t quite anger—just pure pain. “You deceived me. I trusted you, Savannah.” He swallowed hard. “You used me. You took advantage of me. You hurt me