One night, in a moment of weakness and confusion, Elisabeth found herself in the arms of Constantine Dawson. She had no idea that he was Fredrick's lover. To her, he was just another man—kind, handsome, and temporarily filling the emptiness that had grown inside her.
For Constantine, it was a lapse in judgment, driven by the loneliness of war and the uncertainty of his future. But in that single act, everything changed.
When Fredrick found out, it was as if his world had shattered. The man he loved and the woman he considered his closest friend had betrayed him in the most unimaginable way. Constantine confessed to Fredrick, overcome with guilt, and Fredrick could barely breathe as the reality sank in.
Elisabeth was devastated when she learned the truth. She had unwittingly destroyed the one relationship that had meant more to her than anything. The shame was unbearable, and she could not face Fredrick again. So, she left Silverbridge, taking Johnny with her. They disappeared, leaving no trace behind.