Chapter 4 TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OF SILENCE

*Third Person POV*

Twenty-five years passed like a river-slow and steady, carving deep channels that could never be undone.

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James Blackwood raised Kelvin alone in the house that had once held so much hope. The nursery Elizabeth had never seen became Kelvin's bedroom, painted blue instead of the yellow they'd chosen together.

"Where's my mommy?" five-year-old Kelvin asked one day, looking up at James with innocent eyes.

James knelt down, his heart breaking as he delivered the lie. "Your mother died when you were born, son. She loved you very much, but... she couldn't stay."

It was easier than the truth. Easier than explaining that Kelvin's adoptive mother had run away thinking James had betrayed her.

Kelvin grew up believing James was his biological father, believing the woman who gave him life had died bringing him into the world. He never questioned it. Why would he?

James kept Elizabeth's photos hidden in the locked drawer, never looking at them but never able to throw them away. He never remarried. Never even dated. He threw himself into work, building his business with Patrick, providing everything Kelvin needed.

Everything except the truth.

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Three states away, Elizabeth built a life from scratch.

She worked two jobs at first-one as a secretary during the day, another as a waitress at night-while her mother watched baby Helen. She saved every penny, took night classes, clawed her way up through sheer determination.

By the time Helen was five, Elizabeth had a career in marketing. By the time Helen was ten, Elizabeth was a senior manager. By the time Helen was fifteen, Elizabeth owned her own consulting firm.

She gave Helen everything. Ballet lessons. Good schools. College funds. Love, attention, stability.

Everything except a father.

"Mama, what was Daddy like?" seven-year-old Helen asked once, holding a picture frame with no photo in it.

Elizabeth's heart clenched, but her voice was steady. "Your father died a long time ago, sweetheart. Before you were old enough to remember him. But he would have loved you very much."

Another lie built on a foundation of pain.

Helen grew up believing her father had died twenty-five years ago, believing she'd never known him at all. She never questioned it. Why would she?

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The years flowed on.

Kelvin grew into a handsome young man-tall, with his father's strong features and a gentle heart. He studied business, worked hard, made James proud. He was successful, driven, kind. Everything a father could hope for.

But sometimes, late at night, he wondered about the mother he'd never known. Wondered what she looked like. If he had her eyes. If she would have been proud of him too.

Helen grew into a beautiful young woman-intelligent, compassionate, with her mother's determination and grace. She studied marketing like Elizabeth, carved her own path, built her own dreams. She was independent, strong, loving. Everything a mother could hope for.

But sometimes, late at night, she wondered about the father she'd never known. Wondered what he looked like. If she had his smile. If he would have been proud of her too.

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Both children grew into successful adults, each carrying a piece of missing history they'd never fully understand.

Kelvin believed his biological mother died giving birth to him.

Helen believed her father died twenty-five years ago.

James never stopped searching for Elizabeth, hiring investigator after investigator, but she'd covered her tracks too well.

Elizabeth never looked back, never wondered if James had tried to find her, convinced he'd chosen his other family over theirs.

Neither family knew the other existed.

Two children, raised apart, each missing half their story.

Two parents, separated by a misunderstanding, each drowning in the secrets they kept.

Twenty-five years of silence. Twenty-five years of parallel lives that should have been one.

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And then, fate had other plans.

Twenty-five years later, in a city neither Elizabeth nor James had expected, their children's paths would cross.

Kelvin Blackwood, 26, senior project manager at Walters Enterprise.

Helen Blackwood, 25, marketing specialist at Walters Enterprise.

Same company. Same last name. Same wounded families.

Neither knowing they were about to collide.

Neither knowing their parents' past was about to become their present.

Neither knowing that twenty-five years of silence was about to shatter.

Twenty-five years later, fate had other plans.