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.
“Diana, please, think about what you’re doing!” Hamilton frantically pleaded, his eyes wide with fear. “Going in there won’t do any good. Please stop.
Come back.”
But Diana’s resolve was unshakable. With a determined push, she swung the bathroom door open, her breath catching at the sight that greeted her. The bathtub lay serene, its surface undisturbed with no ripples, a stark contrast to the turmoil in her heart.
She had expected to see Evie, but no one was there. “How…?” Diana’s voice trailed off, her mind racing to piece together the puzzle. “I heard it… someone was here.
I heard the water splash.”
Hamilton, hovering at the doorway, craned his neck, scanning the room for any sign of Evie. A silent sigh of relief escaped him as he found none. “Diana, there’s no one here.
See? You’re just imagining things.”
Diana’s shoulders slumped, the weight of her accusations and the reality before her eyes colliding. “I… I’m sorry, Hamilton.
I don’t know what got into me. I’ve just been so tired lately.”
Hamilton stepped closer, his voice softening. “We all get tired, Diana.
But this… this is unlike you. It’s just getting worse day by day. You need to rest… and relax.
Remember what the doc said? You need to stop thinking about what happened that night.”
Diana turned away, the embarrassment coloring her cheeks as she sighed. “I just thought… I was so sure.
Anyway, let me just—”
Hamilton reached out, his hand hesitating in the air before resting gently on her shoulder. “Let’s just forget this happened, okay? We can talk about what’s really bothering you.”
Diana nodded, confusion and guilt swirling within her.
“I… yes, we should talk. I’m sorry, honey.”
As Diana turned back to face him, the lingering doubt in her eyes spoke volumes, the unresolved tension hanging between them like a delicate, unspoken truth. “Diana, this is tearing you apart.
It’s not your fault,” Hamilton said. Diana’s eyes brimmed with tears, her emotions teetering on the edge. “I just… I keep feeling like I’m losing my mind,” she whispered, the vulnerability in her voice evident.
“I love you. But I don’t understand what’s wrong with me… and why I’m getting this strange feeling of losing you to someone. And that someone might be my own sister.”
Hamilton watched her, his heart aching at her distress.
“You’re stronger than you think, Diana. Don’t let these shadows win. I love you.”
As Diana fought to steady her breathing, a faint cry echoed in her mind, a sound so heartbreakingly familiar.
She closed her eyes, envisioning a serene scene — a tiny baby cradled in her arms, their bond unspoken but deeply felt. “I can hear it. The baby.
She’s… she’s crying. I can—” Diana zoned out as she whispered.
Hamilton’s voice broke through her reverie. “Hey, why don’t you take a bath?
Relax a little. I’ll make this evening special for us, okay?”
Diana snapped to the moment and managed a weak smile, nodding as Hamilton retreated, his own glance backward revealing his lingering fears. As soon as she stepped inside the bathroom, Diana’s gaze fell upon the shower door.
The shimmery words ‘Kiss me!’ written with intimate familiarity on the fogged glass caught her attention. Her heart sank, a cold realization washing over her. “If she wasn’t really here, then who wrote this?
It’s her handwriting… my sister’s…”
“Diana?” Hamilton’s voice called from afar, the clink of glass and the soft flicker of candlelight trailing behind him. “Hamilton… what’s going on?” Diana’s voice was barely a whisper, her eyes fixed on the haunting message and then on her husband, her suspicion reigniting. Hamilton paused, the warmth of the candles in his hands belied by the chill settling in his heart.
“What do you mean?”
Diana turned, the accusation clear in her eyes. “This… message. It’s her handwriting, isn’t it?”
Hamilton’s silence was deafening, the gap between them widening with each passing second.
“What message?” he asked. When Diana pointed to the fogged glass door, the writing was gone. “Babe, there’s nothing there.
God, how often do I have to tell you? I love you, okay? Stop suspecting me.
I really love you… and I mean it. Now, why don’t you relax and take a bath? I got your favorite bath bombs!” Hamilton added, kissing Diana on the cheek as he led her to the bathtub.
***
The following day, Diana found herself sitting across from her therapist in his office. She was unnerved and anxious as she shifted uncomfortably in the plush chair, her eyes tracing the patterns on the floor before meeting Dr. Carrey’s gaze.
“I think… I think Hamilton might be cheating on me,” she confessed, the words heavy with fear and uncertainty. “I saw it with my own eyes. But I’m not able to prove it yet.
Not sure what went wrong. But my eyes weren’t deceiving me.”
Dr. Carrey set his pen down, leaning forward slightly.
“Is that thought bothering you a lot, Diana?”
She scoffed, a mixture of frustration and disbelief coloring her tone. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s like a constant echo in my head, driving me insane.
I love my husband, but he’s seeing someone else behind my back.”
Dr. Carrey nodded, acknowledging her turmoil. “And who do you suspect might be involved with Hamilton?”
“It’s… I think it’s my sister, Evie,” Diana admitted, her voice a whisper, as if saying it louder might make it more real.
Dr. Carrey paused, his pen hovering over the notepad. “Are you certain of this, Diana?
That’s a serious accusation. Did you really see your sister with your husband?”
Diana’s hands clenched in her lap, her nails digging into her palms. “I’m not entirely sure, but there are signs.
Like… like her handwriting on our shower door that suddenly vanished… and her perfume lingering in our room. And Hamilton, he’s been acting so strange, always whispering on the phone, then hanging up the moment I walk in. Aren’t these red flags enough?
To make me realize my marriage is falling apart and taken over by my own sister?”
The room was steeped in a heavy silence, the weight of Diana’s fears and suspicions filling the space between them. Dr. Carrey’s gaze was steady, seeking to pierce through the layers of doubt and fear clouding her judgment.
He leaned back, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and curiosity. “That’s quite intriguing, Diana. Anything else on your mind that you’d like to discuss?”
Diana’s gaze drifted, lost in a far-off memory.
“I keep hearing this… sound. Like a baby crying in the rain… on the road. It’s unsettling.
Keeps haunting me,” her voice trembled. “A baby? Are you keeping up with your medication?” Dr.
Carrey’s voice was gentle, encouraging her to be honest. Diana nodded, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “Yes, every day.
And I’ve invited Evie over for dinner. I thought seeing her and Hamilton together might… might clarify things for me.”
Dr. Carrey’s eyebrows knitted together in concern.
“You’re planning a dinner with Evie? Tonight?”
“Yes,” Diana confirmed, a flicker of hope in her eyes. “I sent her a message this morning.
She replied she’d come.”
Dr. Carrey’s expression turned thoughtful, a hint of skepticism in his gaze. “Diana, could you show me that text?
The one to your sister?”
With a hesitant hand, Diana retrieved her phone, her fingers scrolling through the messages before handing it over to Dr. Carrey. As he read the messages one by one, his eyes not leaving the screen, Diana watched him, searching for a sign, any indication of what he was thinking.
“Diana, this dinner… What are you hoping to find out?” Dr. Carrey’s question was pointed, aimed at understanding the depth of her suspicions. “I just need to know if I’m imagining things or if there’s really something going on between them,” Diana replied, her voice laced with desperation and hope.
Dr. Carrey’s eyebrows furrowed as he read the string of texts, his expression morphing from intrigue to shock. “These messages… you sent them to your sister?
Are you sure?” he murmured, more to himself than to Diana. Diana clasped her hands tightly. “Yes.
Hamilton and I, we’ve had twelve good years, Doctor. It was all perfect until Evie came to the city. Had I known my own sister would try to steal my husband, I would’ve taken Hamilton somewhere far away…”
Dr.
Carrey maintained his thoughtful demeanor, his eyes shifting between the phone screen and Diana’s anxious face. “You believe in Hamilton, yet these doubts persist,” he noted, encouraging her to explore her feelings further. Diana’s eyes wavered, a storm of emotions brewing within.
“I do trust him. It’s just that… sometimes, I wonder if it’s all in my head. These suspicions, they haunt me.
What happened next changed everything…
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