Diana is already dealing with depression when she witnesses her worst nightmare—she sees her husband kissing her sister. She seeks the help of her therapist, Dr. Carrey.
But what looked like a normal therapy session whispers horrors when Dr. Carrey finds a chilling detail on Diana’s phone.
The moment Diana stepped into the house, a mix of hushed tones and giggles leaked from the bathroom, sending a shiver down her spine. “Evie, you’re just… stunning, far more than your sister…” her husband Hamilton’s voice faded, but the words hung heavy in the air.
Diana peered through the door crack, only to catch a glimpse of the heartbreaking reflection of her husband and sister locking lips on the bathroom mirror. She could feel her fragile heart crack… and her marriage fall apart in that instant…
Diana’s entry was anything but quiet. The door slammed against the wall, echoing the tumult in her heart.
“Hamilton! What in God’s name is this? Get out here, this instant!
I saw you two kissing,” her voice, sharp and commanding, sliced through the silence. Behind the ajar bathroom door, Hamilton and Evie’s hearts raced. One could see it in their eyes—the dread of getting caught.
The sound of Diana’s stilettos on the hardwood floor grew louder, each step a thunderclap of impending reckoning. Hamilton’s voice was shaky, a weak attempt at deflection as he hurried out of the bathroom and stood in Diana’s way. “Diana, darling, you’re misunderstanding.
It’s not what you—”
But Diana cut him off, her voice laced with scorn. “Don’t you dare! I heard you.
And saw you two kissing. Hey, show yourself! You can’t hide anymore.
Evie… come out. NOW!”
In a moment of desperation, Evie plunged into the bubble bath, the frothy bubbles cloaking her in a fleeting sanctuary. Hamilton was trapped.
Dread coursed through him as he feigned innocence. “Diana, let’s not jump to conclusions,” he stammered. “There’s no one in here.
What kiss? God, how could you… how could you even think I was cheating on you with your sister?”
“Conclusions? After what I just heard and saw?” Diana’s laugh was hollow, her fury barely contained.
“You’re unbelievable, Hamilton.”
Diana’s gaze, piercing and accusing, sought the truth, while Hamilton’s every gesture was that of a deer caught in headlights. His forehead glistened with sweat, betraying his feigned composure. “Why are you doing this, Diana?” he ventured before she could sidle past him into the bathroom.
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