Semua Bab SILENT BETWEEN TWO HEARTS: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Elena sat alone in her office at La Rivera, the only light coming from the large window that overlooked the quiet street below. The studio floor, usually lively with artists, soft music, and the scent of wet paint, felt heavier now, as though Helen’s return had draped a thick shadow across every inch of space she once nurtured with love.She dragged a palm across her face and let out a breath she had been holding for days.The problem wasn’t that Helen knew; the woman pretending to be Maria had returned. It was how seamlessly she was weaving herself into a life that did not belong to her, how she managed to win hearts with a practiced fragility that Elena instantly recognized as an act.The others, however, didn’t.Harry was confused, afraid to make the wrong decision. Naomi, sweet, trusting Naomi was wrapped in emotions too tangled to untie. To her, Helen was the mother she had mourned for years. She wanted to believe. And she did.Which left Elena.The only sane one, she thought bit

For several seconds, Elena couldn’t move.Her mind replayed the scene over and over: Helen walking in through the back door, taking the envelope without flinching, speaking with the investigator like they shared a history Elena couldn’t begin to imagine. And worst of all, the calmness. The certainty. The quiet threat wrapped in every word Helen spoke.The café suddenly felt too small, too dark, too airless.Finally, Elena forced herself to breathe.She turned to Mr. Ramos. “What did she mean? What happened between you two?”He rubbed his face, dragging his hands down slowly as though the weight of years pressed against his bones. “You weren’t supposed to be pulled into this. I never wanted that.”“But I am,” Elena said. “And now she has whatever evidence you found. So tell me everything now.”He hesitated only a moment before nodding. He motioned for her to sit, though his eyes remained nervously fixed on the door Helen had disappeared through.“She was never supposed to resurface,” h

Elena woke before the sun.Not because she was rested.Not because she was eager to start her day.But because her mind would not let her sleep.The argument replayed in looped fragments, Harry standing across the table, disbelief in his eyes, his voice tight with irritation, his refusal to see what she saw so clearly. He didn’t shout; Harry rarely did. But the doubt in his tone had been louder than any anger.“I think you’re overwhelmed.”“Maybe you’re seeing things that aren’t there.”Each sentence echoed like an accusation.He didn’t trust her.Not enough.Not when it mattered.Elena sat up slowly, pressing a hand to her chest as though she could steady the ache inside. She had argued with Harry before every couple did, but never like last night.Never with him doubting her integrity.Never with him questioning her truth.Never with him defending another woman over her.And that betrayal… it carved deeper than she expected.She swung her legs off the bed and stood. Her room felt di

La Rivera breathed again.After weeks of tension, whispers, shifting loyalties, and uneasy glances, the art lounge had begun to stir back to life. Investors returned with renewed interest, patrons filled the velvet-lined halls again, and the Revival Edition: La Rivera’s most cherished artistic programme was already in motion.But Elena wasn’t there.She had travelled to a neighbouring city with one of the long-awaited investors for final negotiations, a trip she couldn’t postpone even with all the chaos happening at home. And although her absence was only temporary, it created exactly the kind of vacuum Helen needed.Because where Elena’s presence had always commanded respect, Helen’s presence commanded curiosity.The staff believed she was Maria. People who knew Maria years ago believed it too. And as much as Elena had tried to control the narrative, nothing she did could undo the power of nostalgia. People wanted Maria back. They wanted the miracle. They wanted the legend.And Helen

Elena spent the next morning sitting in her office with the blinds half-closed, listening to the low hum of activity outside. She had come in early, before the staff arrived, before Helen inevitably floated in with her soft voice and strategic smiles. Elena needed time to think, to breathe, and to recover from the previous night’s blow.Harry’s words still echoed in her mind.Unreasonable.She had never imagined Harry would see her that way. The betrayal sat heavy in her chest, not sharp like anger but deep and bruising like disappointment. She had never felt so misunderstood.But she also knew something else.She couldn’t afford to crumble. Not now. Not when Helen was making progress faster than anyone expected.Elena closed her eyes and inhaled, steadying herself with deliberate breaths. The only thing she could do was focus on the lounge, on the investors, and on the truth.She had to return to her investigation.Quietly.Smartly.Carefully.And this time, she couldn’t afford mista