Carla Connor – who thought she had found peace in Lisa’s arms – suddenly became the one standing in the middle of an invisible battlefield.

As soon as the name Becky Swain appeared, Carla saw her future falling apart.

A woman returned from the dead, her eyes heavy as stone and her voice filled with melancholy, knocking on the door of the love that Carla was holding in her heart.

The moment Carla saw Lisa and Becky sitting opposite each other – drops of ambiguous emotions breaking on Lisa’s face – she understood that this was not a harmless meeting.

Looking at Becky, Carla saw danger. Looking at Lisa, she felt fear. Carla knew clearly: a person who was once deeply loved never returned without demands.

The atmosphere in the house became increasingly stuffy. Becky stayed longer than necessary. She quietly observed every detail – as if she was taking control of her old territory. Carla began to wonder: Was Becky coming back to apologize, or to reclaim everything she had lost? Lisa tried to explain, tried to pat Carla on the shoulder, but the way Becky looked at Carla – cold, deep, and challenging – made any explanation lose weight.

Carla began to notice every movement: the sound of the door opening late at night, Becky’s shirt hanging in the living room, the strange scent of perfume on the sofa. Just those small details were enough to make Carla realize: she was no longer the only woman in this house, and not the only one in Lisa’s heart.

What was more frightening was that Becky did not show any desire to leave. On the contrary, she seemed to be taking root. She was friendly with Betsy, asking Lisa questions, sitting at their kitchen table and pouring water as if this place had once belonged to her. Carla watched as her heart was replaced bit by bit.