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.
“This happens every single time you come home after visiting your therapist. You need to stop this. This is getting crazier day by day.
Please stop doing this to yourself… and to me.”
“Cut it! Where is she?” Diana’s demand was sharp, her eyes scanning for truths untold. “Evie, come out now.”
But when she entered the bathroom, there were no signs of Evie.
“What on earth? Diana, are you out of your mind? Why would your sister be here… with me?” Hamilton feigned ignorance, but his act was thin.
“Stop playing dumb, Hamilton! Just admit it!” Diana seethed, her patience wearing thin with each fleeting second. “I long suspected you were hitting on my sister behind my back.
And today, I saw what you two were doing with my own eyes.”
Hamilton clung to his pretense, his composure a stark contrast to the storm brewing in Diana’s eyes. “Diana, you’re seeing things. There’s nothing… it’s all in your head.”
But Diana was past listening.
With a whirl of anger, she stormed across the bedroom to check. Hamilton chased after her, desperation lacing his words. “You’re not yourself, Diana!
I’ve barely walked in from work! I just wanted to relax in the bathtub. You told me you’d be coming late after your appointment.”
Diana’s search was frantic, her hands trembling as she flung open the long curtains, her heart racing.
“Where is she? Where have you hidden her?”
She checked the closet and under the bed. But found nothing.
“You’re gonna find nothing, Diana. Because there’s no one in here other than you and me. It’s just us, goddammit!” Hamilton exclaimed.
“No, I saw her. And you. Locking lips.
I saw it,” Diana spoke in broken sentences. Hamilton’s frustration boiled over. “What the—?
Evie and me… kissing? Ridiculous! How could you even… wait, have you forgotten your meds again, Diana?
Because you’re not making any sense!”
His accusation struck a nerve. Diana froze, her anger dissolving into confusion, tears brimming but not quite falling as she slowly turned to face him. Hamilton softened, his voice laced with regret as he inched closer and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Diana. I didn’t mean to hurt you… I’m worried about you.”
“Ham, I… I’m so sorry. Guess you’re right.
I think I’m worked up,” Diana apologized. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m seeing things.
I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t. I thought I saw you and Evie in the bathroom.”
“Listen, honey, calm down, okay? It’s alright.
You need rest,” Hamilton gently squeezed her shoulders and gazed into her eyes. Just as Diana’s defenses wavered, a splash from the bathroom sliced through the silence, reigniting her fury. Hamilton paled, the color draining from his face as Diana’s gaze turned steely, her stride purposeful towards the bathroom once more.
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