Chapter 252: Remember What?

Savannah “Why did you do that?” Riley’s voice barely reached me. It slipped between the clink of cutlery and the murmur of conversation like a secret never meant to be heard by more than one person. Around us, dinner continued normally. Plates were lifted. Forks scraped porcelain. River laughed—soft, polite, rehearsed. Wine glasses tilted. Servants moved in silent, efficient patterns, refilling water, adjusting napkins, smoothing wrinkles that didn’t exist. Then they were gone. Just like ghosts. It was as if the moment from earlier had never even happened. As if I hadn’t just been accused—indirectly, of course, because Reginald seemed to never dirty his hands with direct blows—of infidelity. Of deception. Of trapping his son with a pregnancy that didn’t belong to him. Nor did he even want. And even though I was furious at Reginald, a part of me felt guilty. In honesty, I did force the child on Roman. He had one rule and I broke it. He didn't want children. Could it be possible that dee