Ophelia, frozen in disbelief, felt the horror clawing its way back into her consciousness. Samuel's desperate pleas and promises now took on a sinister undertone as fragments of forgotten memories surfaced, threatening to drown her in a sea of revulsion.
The room seemed to close in on Ophelia as the weight of realization settled on her shoulders. She recoiled, pulling her hand away from Samuel's desperate grip. The horror that gripped her wasn't just about his affair but something far more sinister—something that had been concealed beneath the layers of manipulated memories.
"You... you did something unspeakable, didn't you?" Ophelia's voice trembled, her eyes widening with a mix of fear and disgust.
Samuel, caught off guard by the sudden shift in her demeanor, stammered, "Ophelia, I... I don't know what you're talking about."