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."

the entrance. Anna, who had been withdrawn and

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His face, previously obscured, was now 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

emotions.

voice cracked as tears streamed

trying to reach for her, but it refused to obey. Only a faint, broken sound

turned on us.

someone said firmly. "He bit

hand flew to her mouth, her expression crumbling as fresh tears spilled over. They fell in steady drops,

sympathy. This time was different. The grief pouring from her was genuine, raw in a

clutching at

lingered on Silas's battered form, and his hand trembled as he pointed. "Is...

question hung in the air, heavy and unresolved, until Carter stepped in. His answer was clear, cutting

""Yes. He is."

down, leaning in as though seeing Silas up close might bring some clarity. His hand hovered, hesitant to

him seem almost fragile, as though even a brush of contact might cause

Adam's voice cracked.

wide and unyielding, locked on Adam with an intensity that made the air feel heavy. Something about the

this heartbreaking reunion,

beginning, she'd been an enigma. Carter and had planned this entire moment to

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holding a delicate porcelain teacup in one hand. Her

she radiated a quiet confidence, as if she had

Sheila no longer seemed like a passive observer. Her presence

precisioni in her expression reminded me of a black rose-beautiful

a puppet master behind

my thoughts. Lifting her teacup, she took a measured sip, the porcelain obscuring her 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,

innocent.

room, saw his chance. "Anna," he said, his voice