Diana had been struggling with depression when she stumbled upon something that turned her world upside down—she caught her husband, Hamilton, sharing an intimate moment with her sister, Evie. Desperate for answers, she turned to her trusted therapist, Dr. Carrey. But what seemed like a routine session soon revealed a chilling secret hidden on her phone.
When Diana got home, she heard laughter coming from the bathroom. It wasn’t just any laughter; it was the familiar sound of her husband, Hamilton, and her sister, Evie. Feeling uneasy, she crept closer to the bathroom, where the door was slightly open. What she saw through the reflection in the mirror left her stunned—they were kissing.
“Hamilton! I saw you two kissing! You and Evie, come out right now!” she yelled, her voice cracking with anger as she tried to compose herself. When no response came, she flung the door open, only to find Hamilton standing there by himself.
“She is not here, Diana,” Hamilton replied, his tone defensive as he tried to justify himself. “This happens every single time you come home after visiting your therapist. You need to stop this! I was just getting things ready to surprise you and you ruined everything! Please stop doing this to yourself… and to me.”
Diana stared at him, her gut telling her something wasn’t right. She couldn’t bring herself to trust his words or believe his excuses.
“Do you trust me now?” Hamilton asked, his frustration barely concealed. “There’s no one here.”
But Diana wasn’t ready to let it go. She wandered through the other rooms of the house, looking for any sign of her sister. Nothing. Hamilton’s suggestion that she might be imagining things made her second-guess herself for a moment. Then, they heard it—a faint splash coming from the bathroom. Was Evie hiding in the bubble bath all along?
Hamilton stood at the doorway, shaking his head and letting out a tired sigh. “There’s no one here, honey. Please! Relax!”
Diana felt her shoulders slump. Was it possible she was overreacting? Doubt began creeping into her mind, making her question everything she thought she had seen.
Hamilton reached out to comfort her. “Let’s forget this, okay? We need to talk about what’s really bothering you. So, what is it?” he said, his tone tender but insistent.
Diana lowered her gaze, her mind clouded with overwhelming thoughts. “I keep feeling like I’m losing my mind,” she confessed, almost whispering. “I think I’m losing you to someone, maybe my own sister.”
Hamilton’s voice brought her back to the present. “Diana! Diana!” he called out, his concern unmistakable. “Hey, why don’t you take a bath?” he suggested gently. “Look, you need to forget what happened that night. I’ll get your favorite bath bomb and prepare your bath. Alright?”
