Loved You Once But He's My Forever (Chloe)
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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 room stilled. All eyes shifted to the entrance. Anna, who had been withdrawn and distant, suddenly sat 1/4

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Two men 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 forward, abandoning all pretense. The truth was out, and she no longer tried to hide her

emotions.

"Silas! Are you okay?" Her voice cracked as tears streamed down her face.

Silas' arm twitched, as though trying 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 with him? Why can't he speak?"

Anna's head snapped up, her tear-streaked face contorted with rage as she turned on us. Her voice rose, sharp and accusing. "What did you do to him?"

"It wasn't us," someone said firmly. "He bit off his own tongue."

Anna's hand flew to her mouth, her expression crumbling as fresh tears spilled over. They fell in steady drops, landing on Silas's scarred face, tracing paths through the dirt and blood.

I'd seen 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 Why?" She whispered, her voice breaking. "Why would you do that to yourself?"

She sank onto Silas's chest, clutching at him as sobs wracked her small frame.

Adam stepped closer, his expression torn between disbelief and grief. His eyes lingered on Silas's battered form, and his hand trembled as he pointed. "Is... is he really my son?"

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

""Yes. He is."

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

The scars and bruises covering Silas's body made him seem almost fragile, as though even a brush of contact might cause more harm.

"My boy..." Adam's voice cracked. "You've suffered so much."

Silas remained silent, of course. His eyes, wide and unyielding, locked on Adam with an intensity that made the air feel heavy. Something about the gaze was unsettling, hollow yet full of unspoken pain.

While the room's attention was fixed on this heartbreaking reunion, my eyes strayed to Sheila.

From the beginning, she'd been an enigma. Carter and had planned this entire moment to study her, to see how she would react when confronted with the truth.

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She didn't disappoint. Sheila stood apart from the chaos, holding a delicate porcelain teacup in one hand. Her lips curved into a faint, almost mocking smile.

It wasn't the reaction of someone shocked by unexpected revelations. Instead, she radiated a quiet confidence, as if she had orchestrated it all.

In that instant, her demeanor changed. Sheila no longer seemed like a passive observer. Her presence commanded attention.

Her sharp eyes and the cold precisioni in her expression reminded me of a black rose-beautiful yet dangerous, its thorns hidden until it was too late.

It struck me; if there was a puppet master behind these events, it had to be her.

She seemed to 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. Sheila wasn't

innocent.

Carter, always quick to read a room, saw his chance. "Anna," he said, his voice steady, "you know something. Why would Oliver switch his son with Adam's?"

Anna's s eyes.

flicked toward Sheila. The subtle movement didn't escape notice. Sheila, calm as ever, placed her teacup on the table with a deliberate thud.

The sound wasn't loud, but its meaning was clear. It was both a signal and a warning: tread carefully.

Sheila's steps toward Adam were measured, her voice soft and steady, like her usual self. "Adam, you need to sit down," she said, her tone slipping into its usual practiced warmth. "Your heart can't take this kind of stress. Let's sort through everything rationally." Adam glanced from Luke to Silas. His chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh.

Luke had always been part of the family, but Silas was his son by blood. Finding him should have been a moment of joy, yet it felt hollow,

Silas's condition left Adam grappling with a surge of emotions too tangled to express.

The room grew quiet as all eyes turned to Anna. Even Josh, who had been a silent observer until now, pushed himself to his feet.

He approached Anna, his steps deliberate, his voice cutting through the tense air.

"Ever since you came back," he began, his words sharp and precise, "you've done nothing but stir the pot. You turned us against Chloe over and over again. Then, at their wedding, you called Luke away. And just like that, Chloe vanished. Since then, this family has been through hell-deaths, accidents. And that car crash? Everyone was in it except you.

"Now, here we are, dealing with a switched heir. And somehow, you and Sheila are right in the middle of it. This isn't bad luck, Anna. This is a pattern. So, tell me what are you and Sheila scheming? What are you trying to do to the Sanders and the Boltons?"

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Jostro sole filled the room, leaving no spe for protes Anna crumpled to the floor, her knees hitting the polished wood Tears streamed down her face, but her expression remained calculated, her voice trendding as she spiroke

Dad she said, her words heavy with pleading. "I don't know what you're accusing me of. How could I possibly plan something like dad

The police have questioned me so many times, and I've been cleared every time. If I had done anything wrong, wouldn't they have arrested me by how!

Ema Sanders too, aren't It Why would I hurt my own Emily?"

But Josli wasn't swayed. His face remained hard, his voice unyielding

"If you're innocent," he said coldly, then the sky must be green, and fish must fly.

"Stop playing games, Anna. Tell us what's really going on between you and Silas.

"If he's the Bolton heir, why hasn't he been with his family all this time?"