Good Night, Roman

Chapter 289: Good Night, Roman Savannah I hated silence. Not the peaceful kind that settles after laughter. Not the quiet that wraps around two people who understand each other without speaking. This silence was sharp-edged and heavy. It was so suffocating that it literally pressed against my ribs until breathing itself felt like dying. It came the moment the words left my mouth—words I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to stand behind. Pick. Even now, standing there in front of him, I could feel the tremor buried beneath my resolve. Leave Roman? Walk away from everything we had built together? Start over alone with a child and a shattered heart? I didn’t know if I could do it. I hadn’t planned to say it. The ultimatum hadn’t been waiting in the back of my mind, rehearsed and polished. It had erupted out of something raw and wounded inside me—something that had been tightening for days, maybe weeks, maybe longer. Hearing him speak about his past, about her, about responsibilit