Who Matters More?

Chapter 288: Who Matters More? Roman The first thing I noticed after asking my question was the silence. It was not the ordinary kind—not hesitation, not confusion. This was deliberate silence. The kind of silence people use when they are standing on the edge of a truth they refuse to speak aloud. Savannah wouldn’t meet my eyes. Reese wouldn’t look at her. And that alone told me everything I needed to know. They weren’t ready to tell me the truth. Or worse—they weren’t willing. Something ugly tightened in my chest, spreading heat through my veins. Savannah was mine. Not in the shallow, possessive sense people mocked or misunderstood. She was my partner. My best friend. My future. The woman who knew every crack in me and still chose to stay with me. If there were secrets to be kept, they should have been shared with me first—not hidden from me entirely. The thought burned me red hot. “Will someone in here,” I said slowly, voice dangerously calm, “be kind enough to explain wha