The room was silent except for the faint sound of the heart monitor.
Luca stood near the window, watching the doctor carefully as he finished examining Elena.
The doctor slowly removed his gloves and sighed quietly.
Elena lay motionless on the bed, her face pale against the white pillow.
Small cuts covered her hands and feet. Thin lines of dried blood remained where the broken glass had sliced into her skin.
But despite the blood and chaos from earlier, her breathing was steady.
Luca's voice finally broke the silence.
"What's wrong with her?"
The doctor glanced toward him before looking back at the unconscious woman.
"Physically," he said slowly, "her injuries are minor."
Luca frowned.
"Minor?"
"Yes."
The doctor began organizing the medical equipment.
"She has several cuts from stepping on glass and bruising from the accident."
"But nothing that should cause her to collapse like that."
Luca's eyes darkened.
Then his voice lowered.
"Then explain what happened in my house."
The doctor hesitated.
He had already heard the story from the terrified servants.
The locked room.
The panic.
The destruction.
The blood.
"That's exactly what concerns me," the doctor admitted.
He walked closer to Elena and studied her face carefully.
"When I arrived, your staff said she completely lost control."
Luca didn't respond.
But his mind replayed the scene he had walked into earlier.
The shattered furniture.
The broken glass covering the floor.
And Elena standing in the center of it all like someone trapped in a nightmare.
"My wife has never behaved like that before," Luca said coldly.
The doctor nodded.
"That's what makes this unusual."
He paused before continuing.
"I want to take an X-ray of her brain."
Luca's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Why?"
The doctor folded his arms.
"Because that kind of reaction isn't normal."
He glanced at the broken glass still scattered across the floor.
"Extreme panic attacks can sometimes be linked to neurological damage."
Luca's expression remained unreadable.
"Explain."
The doctor spoke carefully.
"When someone suffers a severe head injury, it can affect how the brain processes fear and stress."
He paused.
"The fall from the cliff could have caused internal trauma."
Luca looked at Elena again.
Her face looked calm now.
Peaceful.
Nothing like the terrified woman the maids had described.
The doctor continued.
"If the accident affected her brain, it might explain the violent behavior."
He hesitated slightly.
Then added something that made Luca's brows tighten.
"Or…"
"…she may be experiencing psychological instability."
Luca's gaze sharpened.
"You're saying she's going mad?"
The doctor raised his hands quickly.
"I'm not making that conclusion yet."
"But we need to rule out the possibility."
He pointed toward Elena.
"Her physical injuries are minor."
"But her mind…"
The doctor sighed.
"That's what concerns me."
Luca remained silent.
His eyes stayed fixed on Elena.
Something about this situation didn't feel right.
The woman lying on the bed looked exactly like Sarah.
Every feature.
Every detail.
Even the small scar near her eyebrow.
But the way she behaved…
It wasn't Sarah.
Not even close.
Sarah had always been calm.
Graceful.
Never violent.
Never terrified of something as simple as a locked door.
Luca clenched his jaw slightly.
"Prepare the X-ray," he said.
The doctor nodded.
"I'll have the equipment brought here."
Then he paused.
"One more thing."
Luca looked at him.
"If her reaction was caused by trauma…"
The doctor's voice softened.
"…then it may not have started with the accident."
Luca's expression hardened.
"What are you implying?"
The doctor spoke carefully.
"She may have experienced severe trauma in the past."
"Something that triggers extreme fear in confined spaces."
Luca glanced back at Elena.
His brows slowly tightened.
Sarah had never mentioned anything like that before.
Never.
So why had she reacted like that?
Across the world…
The Brunette family home felt colder than usual.
Rachel sat on the couch, her hands gripping the fabric of her dress tightly.
Her eyes were swollen from crying.
Two days had passed since Elena disappeared.
Two long days filled with fear.
Hospitals had been checked.
Roads had been searched.
But there was no sign of her.
Rachel's voice trembled.
"She wouldn't just leave…"
Her mother sat beside her, gently rubbing her shoulder.
"Rachel…"
But Rachel shook her head.
"No."
Her voice cracked.
"Elena wouldn't disappear like this."
Her father stood near the window speaking on the phone.
His face looked pale.
"Yes," he said quietly.
"We want to file a missing person report."
The police had already started searching.
But the waiting was unbearable.
Rachel's thoughts kept returning to the same memory.
Elena standing outside Adrian's villa.
Her broken expression.
Her silent accusation.
You all betrayed me.
Rachel felt guilt clawing at her chest.
If she hadn't taken Elena's place at the wedding…
If she had just been honest from the beginning…
None of this would have happened.
The phone rang again.
Rachel's father answered.
At first his expression remained calm.
Then slowly…
The color drained from his face.
Rachel stood up immediately.
"What happened?"
Her father didn't answer right away.
His hand trembled as he lowered the phone.
"Dad?"
Her mother looked frightened.
"What is it?"
Her father's voice came out slowly.
"They found a body."
Rachel felt the world stop.
"…Where?"
"Near the cliff road outside the city."
The room fell silent.
Rachel's heart pounded violently.
"They believe it's Elena," her father said.
Rachel stared at him.
"No."
The word escaped her lips like a whisper.
"No."
Her mother covered her mouth.
Tears filled her eyes.
But Rachel shook her head violently.
"No."
"That's not possible."
Later that evening they arrived at the hospital morgue.
The cold air inside the building made Rachel shiver.
Her entire body trembled as she followed the police officer down the quiet hallway.
Her parents walked beside her.
The officer spoke gently.
"We found the body near the cliff where the accident occurred."
Rachel's breathing became uneven.
Her father placed a hand on her shoulder.
"We need you to confirm the identity."
Rachel's legs felt weak.
But she forced herself to keep walking.
They entered the room.
The body lay on a metal table beneath a white sheet.
Rachel stared at it.
Her heart pounded so loudly she could barely hear anything else.
The officer slowly lifted the sheet.
Rachel looked down.
And screamed.
"No!"
Her voice broke.
"That's not her!"
Tears streamed down her face.
"That's not my sister!"
The officers exchanged confused glances.
Rachel kept shaking her head violently.
"No!"
"That's not Elena!"
Her mother grabbed her shoulders.
"Rachel!"
But Rachel struggled against her.
"You're wrong!"
"My sister isn't dead!"
The officer spoke gently.
"The body was found exactly where the accident occurred."
"The clothing matches the description."
Rachel collapsed into tears.
"No…"
"She's not dead."
Her voice trembled.
"I know she's not."
Her parents looked at her with sadness.
To them, Rachel was simply grieving.
The shock was too much.
"She's in denial," her mother whispered softly.
Her father closed his eyes.
The guilt felt unbearable.
They had taken her love away from her, the betrayal that not even time could fix.
Ignored her feelings.
And now their daughter was gone.
Rachel sobbed in her mother's arms.
But deep inside her heart…
She knew something the others didn't.
The body in the morgue…
Wasn't Elena.
Somewhere in the world…
Her sister was still alive.
And Rachel could feel it.