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."

Anna, who had been withdrawn and

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carried Silas in on a stretcher. His face, previously obscured, was now in full view. The injuries he bore were unmistakable, rendering him pale and fragile. Anna rushed

emotions.

Are you okay?" Her voice cracked as tears streamed

to reach for her, but it refused to obey. Only a faint, broken sound escaped his throat, filling the heavy silence in the room "What's wrong

her tear-streaked face contorted with rage as she turned on us. Her voice rose, sharp

us," someone said firmly. "He bit off

over. They fell in steady drops, landing on Silas's scarred face, tracing paths

it was always calculated, a performance meant to sway someone's heart or gain sympathy. This time was different. The grief pouring

Silas's chest, clutching at him

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

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

""Yes. He is."

up close might bring some clarity. His hand hovered, hesitant

bruises covering Silas's body made him seem almost fragile, as though even a brush of

Adam's voice cracked.

locked on Adam with an intensity that made the air feel

on this heartbreaking reunion, my eyes strayed to

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

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disappoint. Sheila stood apart from the chaos, holding a delicate porcelain teacup in one hand. Her lips

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

no longer seemed like a passive

of a black rose-beautiful yet dangerous, its thorns hidden

struck me; if there was a puppet master behind these events, it had

sense 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, her response-or lack thereof-was revealing.

innocent.

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