When Elena opened her eyes, the room was quiet.
For a moment she didn't move.
Soft morning light filtered through the tall curtains, painting the room in pale gold. The bed beneath her felt warm and comfortable, and for a few seconds she almost forgot where she was.
Then the memories returned.
The accident.
The hospital.
The man who called her Sarah.
Elena slowly pushed herself up on the bed.
Her body still ached, but the pain was less than before. The room around her was enormous, filled with elegant furniture and soft lighting.
The large bedroom looked like something from a luxury hotel.
But despite the beauty of the place, Elena felt uneasy.
This wasn't her home.
And the man who brought her here believed she was someone else.
Her stomach suddenly growled.
Elena blinked in surprise.
Only then did she realize how hungry she was.
She hadn't eaten since before the accident.
Slowly she slid off the bed and stood up.
The soft carpet felt warm beneath her bare feet.
She walked toward the door carefully, her steps slow but steady.
Maybe the kitchen is downstairs, she thought.
She reached for the door handle.
And turned it.
Nothing happened.
Elena frowned slightly.
She tried again.
The handle refused to move.
Her heart skipped.
The door was locked.
She stared at it for a moment, confused.
Why would the door be locked?
Her fingers tightened around the handle as she tried again.
Still nothing.
A small wave of unease rose inside her chest.
Then she remembered Luca's words from last night.
"If you try to run away again… I will lock you up."
Elena's breathing became shallow.
No.
He couldn't be serious.
She knocked lightly on the door.
No response.
She knocked again, a little harder.
Still nothing.
Her chest tightened.
Suddenly she began banging on the door.
Her fists hit the wood repeatedly.
Her mind was chaotic " let me out!"
But no sound came from her throat.
Only the dull thuds of her hands against the door filled the room.
Her breathing grew faster.
The walls suddenly felt closer.
The air felt thinner.
Her heart began racing uncontrollably.
And then…
The memories came.
A dark room.
A cold floor.
A small girl crying quietly in the corner.
The door locked.
Always locked.
Elena's hands began shaking violently.
Her chest tightened painfully.
Images flashed through her mind like broken pieces of glass.
The orphanage.
The punishment room.
The narrow storage closet where they used to lock her.
Hours.
Sometimes entire days.
Alone.
In the dark.
No windows.
No way out.
The sound of the door locking.
The sound she hated the most.
Elena's breathing became frantic.
The walls of the bedroom suddenly felt like they were closing in around her.
Her heart pounded wildly.
Her fingers clawed at the door again.
Open!
Open!
But no sound came from her mouth.
Only the silent scream trapped inside her chest.
Her panic exploded.
Suddenly she grabbed the nearby lamp and hurled it across the room.
CRASH!
The glass shattered loudly against the wall.
Her chest heaved violently.
Another flashback.
The tiny closet.
The darkness.
The suffocating silence.
"No… no… no…"
Even though no words came out, the fear was written clearly on her face.
Elena grabbed a chair and threw it.
CRASH!
The furniture slammed into the door.
Then she grabbed the vase on the table.
It shattered violently on the floor.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she continued destroying everything within reach.
Pillows.
Books.
Glass.
Anything.
Her breathing became ragged and uneven.
Tears blurred her vision.
The room quickly turned into chaos.
Broken glass covered the floor.
Furniture lay overturned.
And Elena stood in the middle of it all, shaking like someone trapped inside a nightmare.
Then suddenly…
The door burst open.
Several maids rushed inside.
"Madam!"
They froze in shock.
The room looked like a battlefield.
Broken glass everywhere.
Furniture destroyed.
And Elena standing barefoot in the middle of it all.
Her breathing was frantic.
Her eyes looked wild with fear.
"Madam, please calm down!" one maid cried.
Another maid carefully stepped forward.
"Madam, please…"
But Elena didn't hear them.
She grabbed another object and threw it across the room.
The maids panicked.
"Stop her!"
Two of them rushed forward, trying to hold her arms.
But Elena struggled violently.
Her trauma had completely taken over.
Her mind wasn't in the room anymore.
It was back in the orphanage.
Back in that dark closet.
"No…!"
She tried to pull away, her movements desperate and uncontrolled.
In the struggle, her foot stepped on a shard of broken glass.
The sharp edge sliced deeply into her skin.
Blood spread across the floor instantly.
But Elena didn't seem to notice.
She continued struggling wildly.
The maids tried to restrain her.
"Madam please!"
"Calm down!"
But Elena kept fighting.
Her arms thrashed wildly.
More glass cut into her hands.
Blood smeared across the floor.
The maids were horrified.
"Call Mr. Luca!"
"Quickly!"
But before anyone could react further…
Elena's body suddenly went limp.
Her eyes rolled back.
And she collapsed onto the floor.
The room fell silent.
Blood spread across the marble floor beneath her.
The maids stared in horror.
"Oh my God…"
One maid quickly grabbed the phone.
"Call Mr. Luca immediately!"
Across the city, Luca was in the middle of a meeting.
Several executives sat around the conference table as he reviewed documents.
Then his phone rang.
He frowned slightly when he saw the caller.
His house staff rarely contacted him during work.
He answered immediately.
"What is it?"
The voice on the other end sounded panicked.
"Sir… Madam collapsed."
Luca froze.
"What?"
"She… she started destroying the room, sir."
"There's blood everywhere."
Luca stood up instantly.
The room fell silent.
"Call the doctor," he said coldly.
"I'm on my way."
He hung up without another word and walked out of the meeting room.
Within minutes his car was speeding back toward the mansion.
When Luca arrived, the entire house was in chaos.
Several servants stood nervously outside the bedroom.
The moment they saw him, they bowed quickly.
"Sir."
Luca pushed past them and entered the room.
Then he stopped.
The bedroom looked completely destroyed.
Broken furniture.
Glass everywhere.
Blood smeared across the floor.
And Elena lying unconscious in the center of it.
Luca's expression darkened instantly.
"What happened?" he demanded.
The maids trembled nervously.
"She woke up and tried to leave the room," one maid explained quickly.
"When she realized the door was locked… she panicked."
"She started destroying everything."
Luca frowned deeply.
"That doesn't make sense."
He looked down at Elena.
Her hands were covered in small cuts.
Blood stained her feet.
His expression grew darker.
"My wife has never behaved like this before."
His voice was low.
Cold.
The doctor arrived shortly after and began examining her.
Luca stood nearby, watching silently.
His mind was racing.
This wasn't like Sarah at all.
Not even close.
Something about her behavior felt… wrong.
Completely unfamiliar.
Luca looked down at Elena again.
His brows slowly tightened.
What was truly wrong with her?
Because the woman lying on the floor right now…
Was nothing like the wife he remembered.