Mark’s world began to unravel. Vanessa, who had been the orchestrator behind their dark plot, was no longer the cool, calculated woman he knew. She was restless, fearful of the repercussions. What if Laura regained her memory? What if she sought justice?

The days turned into a living nightmare. Mark was haunted by Laura’s laughter, her voice echoing in his mind. He found himself waking in the dead of night, drenched in sweat, convinced that Laura was standing at the edge of their bed, her eyes accusing, her presence a ghost of his guilt.