The results proved they were his children.
And still, she had remained silent for five entire years.
“Why?” Alex whispered, devastated.
Beatrice took a long moment before answering. “Because by the time I knew for sure, I had already done too much damage. If I told you the truth then, you would have hated me forever. I thought… I thought I would tell you later.”
“Later when? When they were grown?!”
She had no answer. The truth was ugly and simple: every month Beatrice remained silent, admitting the truth became more difficult. There was no elaborate evil plan—only cowardice, pride, and a mother accustomed to controlling her adult son’s life.
Elena listened as Alex recounted the confession without feeling victorious.
She also acknowledged her own mistake. After the two blocked calls, the ignored letter, and the visit to Beacon Hill that had been turned away, she had stopped trying. She could have hired a process server, contacted Alex’s legal team directly, or pushed harder. She hadn’t, because her pride was hurt, and every rejection seemed to confirm her deepest fear: that Alex simply didn’t want her or their babies.
