Loved You Once But He's My Forever

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Luke's hand gripped the warm cup of tea, though the ring steam did nothing to calm him. In a sudden burst of anger, he slammed the cup onto the table. The liquid splattered across the surface.

"I look exactly like my dad! If I'm not his son, then who am I?" His voice broke as he glared around the room, seeking answers.

Carter turned his sharp gaze toward Anna. "You must know something. Tell him."

Anna wrapped her arms tightly around her stomach, instinctively shielding the life growing inside her. She couldn't care less about Luke.

Her eyes dropped, and her voice came out in barely more than a whisper. "I don't know anything

The Sanders, who had been silent observers, exchanged wide-eyed glances. The conversation had taken a sudden, dramatic turn, and neither of them had expected it.

Adam's face, still pale from shock, shifted as a thought struck him. "Dad... could it be...?"

Jeffrey's expression was grim, but he nodded. 'Yes. Your father had an identical twin brother. If things had gone differently, you might've grown up with him. But you were switched at birth, and that's why you look like your uncle. Like me, Luke was confused. Not even Carter knew about that man. Luke knew his uncle died young, but beyond that, he was blind.

"Grandpa, are you talking about that uncle?" Luke asked cautiously. "Didn't he die years ago?"

"We all thought he was gone. But he wasn't. He survived. And from what we've uncovered, he's been orchestrating things in the background, including switching you and your cousin."

Adam's composure shattered. Moments ago, he'd been an outsider to the drama, but now he was at the center of it. The weight of the revelation pressed down on him.

"Dad, you can't mean this," Adam said, his voice shaking. "You wouldn't joke about something like this.... right?"

Jeffrey's expression hardened. "Do I look like I'm joking? Carter found out Silas is a Bolton. A genetic test confirmed it-he's your son."

Adam stood frozen, his breath caught in his throat, Memories of the harsh words he'd hurled at Silas flashed through his mind. The cruel accusations. The curses. The bitter irony of it all struck him with crushing force. "Where is he? Adam finally asked, the question barely audible. He knew now that there could be no lies in this room-no trickery.

The years he'd unknowingly spent apart from his son loomed over him, and all he wanted was to see Silas.

Jeffrey sighed and gestured toward the door. "Bring him in."

to the entrance. Anna, who had been withdrawn

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in full view. The injuries he bore were unmistakable, rendering him pale and fragile. Anna rushed forward, abandoning all pretense. The truth was out, and she

emotions.

cracked as tears streamed down her

but it refused to obey. Only a faint, broken sound escaped his throat, filling the heavy

tear-streaked face contorted with rage as she turned on

wasn't us," someone said firmly. "He bit off

to her mouth, her expression crumbling as fresh tears spilled over. They fell in steady drops, landing on Silas's scarred

Anna cry before, but it was always calculated, a performance meant to sway someone's heart or gain sympathy. This time was different. The grief pouring from her was genuine, raw in a way I hadn't thought her capable of

Silas's chest, clutching at him as sobs wracked her

closer, his expression torn between disbelief and grief. His eyes lingered on Silas's battered form, and his hand

hung in the air, heavy and unresolved, until Carter stepped

""Yes. He is."

in as though seeing Silas up close might bring some

body made him seem almost fragile, as though even

voice cracked. "You've suffered so

locked on Adam with an intensity that made the air feel heavy. Something about the gaze was unsettling, hollow yet full of

on this heartbreaking reunion, my eyes

entire moment to

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the chaos, holding a delicate porcelain teacup in one hand. Her lips curved into a faint, almost mocking

of someone shocked by unexpected revelations. Instead, she radiated a quiet confidence, as if she had orchestrated it

her demeanor changed. Sheila no longer seemed like a passive observer. Her presence commanded

reminded me of a black rose-beautiful yet dangerous, its thorns

there was a puppet master behind these events, it had to

face. Her movements were calm, almost deliberate I shifted my focus, not wanting her to catch on that I was watching her so closely. We didn't have solid proof, not yet. However, her response-or lack thereof-was

innocent.

read a room, saw his chance. "Anna," he said, his voice steady, "you know something. Why