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028: A Promise Unspoken

Author: Omawrites
last update publish date: 2026-07-22 06:09:36

Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains of Elena's bedroom, but she had been awake long before dawn.

Sleep had barely visited her.

Every time she closed her eyes, Margaret's tear-filled face appeared before her. Then came the silver bracelet... and the strange fragments of memories that disappeared before she could make sense of them.

With a quiet sigh, she reached for the bracelet on her bedside table.

"I'll find the truth," she whispered to herself.

"But not today."

She gently placed it inside the drawer and closed it.

She couldn't allow herself to be consumed by questions she couldn't answer.

There were other things she had to think about.

Downstairs, the aroma of breakfast filled the dining room.

Mrs. Harper smiled the moment Elena walked in.

"You look exhausted, dear."

"I didn't sleep well," Elena admitted with a small smile.

Mrs. Harper was about to ask another question when Damian entered, already dressed for work.

His eyes instinctively searched for Elena.

He immediately noticed the tiredness on her face.

"Did you get any rest?" he asked.

"A little."

It wasn't convincing.

Damian pulled out a chair for her before taking his own seat.

Mrs. Harper watched the quiet exchange with an amused smile but said nothing.

Halfway through breakfast, Elena suddenly paused.

A wave of nausea washed over her.

She quickly reached for a glass of water.

Damian frowned.

"Are you alright?"

She nodded almost too quickly.

"I'm fine."

Only Damian knew she wasn't.

Their eyes met briefly.

Without another word, he understood.

Mrs. Harper noticed the silence between them but couldn't figure out why it felt different.

An hour later, Damian and Elena arrived at Blackwood Group.

The office was already buzzing with activity.

As they stepped out of the elevator, several employees greeted Elena warmly.

"Good morning, Miss Elena."

She smiled.

"Good morning."

Watching the interaction, Damian couldn't help noticing how much she had changed.

The frightened woman who had first entered the building was slowly disappearing.

Confidence suited her.

During a meeting with the charity team, Elena remained focused, but Damian caught her rubbing her temples more than once.

When everyone else left the conference room, he closed the door behind them.

"You've been pushing yourself too hard."

Elena let out a quiet laugh.

"I could say the same about you."

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

For a moment, they simply looked at each other before both of them smiled.

It was a small moment.

Simple.

Comfortable.

Neither of them noticed how naturally those moments had begun to happen.

Then Damian's expression turned serious again.

"How are you feeling?"

Elena knew exactly what he meant.

She lowered her voice.

"The baby's fine."

"I've been careful."

Relief flickered across Damian's face.

"Good."

After a brief silence, he spoke again.

"You don't have to carry this burden alone."

Elena looked at him.

"I know."

It was the first time she had truly believed those words.

Across the city, Adrian sat alone in his office.

The letter mentioning Margaret lay open on his desk.

His thoughts drifted somewhere else.

To that pregnancy test he had found.

To Elena's sudden disappearance.

To everything that no longer made sense.

He leaned back in his chair.

"Who are you, Elena?"

Before he could think any further, his phone rang.

It was his investigator.

"Sir, I found something."

Adrian immediately sat upright.

"What is it?"

"There are records connected to Elena's childhood."

"They're incomplete... but someone has been trying very hard to erase them."

Adrian's grip tightened around the phone.

"Find out who."

Back at Blackwood Group, Elena's phone vibrated inside her handbag.

She glanced at the screen.

Grandfather Calling...

Her smile faded.

She stared at the name until the ringing stopped.

A few seconds later...

A message appeared.

If you won't come home... then I'll come to you.

Elena's heart skipped a beat.

She read the message again.

And again.

She had a feeling that once her grandfather arrived...

Nothing would ever be the same.

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