Carlos stumbled through the corridor of the Hutson mansion, his movements unsteady from the effects of alcohol. The workers glanced at his intoxicated state with disapproval, well aware of the affair between him and the lady of the house. However, they dared not expose anything to the master of the house.

They lived in fear of the consequences if they were to speak up. Crossing the lady of the house was not an option. It was a pity that their master had ended up with such an ungrateful wife like Gloria.

Ignoring others, Carlos staggered towards Gloria's room. With a single knock, the door swung open from the inside. Gloria frowned at his drunken state but she quickly smiled and welcomed him inside.

As Carlos entered, his eyes were ablaze with anger, his gaze fixed on Gloria. Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the neck and forcefully pinned her against the wall. Gloria gasped in shock and attempted to free herself from his grip, but Carlos, consumed by rage, refused to relent.

"What are you doing to me?" he shouted at her, his voice laced with fury.

"Zach... release me," Gloria managed to choke out, struggling to breathe under his tight hold.

"No! No! It's Carlos, not Zach. Don't call me that," he snapped back, his grip on her neck only tightening further.

"What's wrong with you, Zach?" Gloria asked him

In a fit of rage, Carlos threw her to the floor and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "I'm Carlos. Carlos Oswald, not Zachary or anything else. Don't call me that," he snapped.

Frowning, Gloria picked herself up from the floor and approached him with a sigh. She gently rubbed his arms and tried to coax him. "Please, calm down first. We can talk later."

Carlos swatted her hand away and moved out of her reach. The alcohol somewhat helps him to stay who he was. 

"Listen to me!" Gloria shouted, exasperated by his behaviour.

She approached him and fixed him with a stern glare. "Listen carefully. You are Zach, Zachary Hayes," she declared firmly.

Poking his chest with her fingers, she shouted like a maniac. "Remember this, you are Zach, and you always will be!"

Carlos stood frozen in place, the haze of alcohol dissipating as he comprehended the situation. It dawned on him what was truly happening.

At first, he had merely feigned the persona of her deceased lover as a means of exerting control over her. But unknowingly, he had begun to morph into that very person. It had been her plan all along, to mold him into the image of her dead lover.

A wave of nausea washed over Carlos as the realization sank in.

As Carlos gazed upon the woman before him, he saw not love but a profound obsession, one directed not at him, but at the face that resembled her deceased lover.

The danger of her existence became starkly apparent to him. His hand instinctively found its way inside his suit, fingers brushing against the cold metal of the gun he had brought with him. He understood that allowing this woman to live posed a grave threat to him.

In that moment, rational thought gave way to primal instinct. With a single-minded determination, Carlos withdrew the gun from his suit and pointed it at Gloria, his mind consumed by the urgent need to get rid of her.

A loud gunshot reverberated throughout the room, sending shockwaves through the mansion. Outside, the maids froze in terror at the sound of the gunshot, their hearts racing as they hurried towards its source.

Upon entering the room, they were met with a scene of horror that left them speechless. Some of the women screamed and fled from the room in a panic, while the butler, his brow glistening with sweat, quickly exited to inform the master of the mansion.

Meanwhile, Craig received the call while in the midst of explaining the situation to the police. As the owner of a law firm, he was well-acquainted with many of the officers, who couldn't decide whether to feel relieved or saddened by the man voluntarily reporting his wife's crime. 

Nevertheless, they couldn't help but pity the good man caught in such a tragic situation.

Craig's hands trembled as he held the phone, his face contorted in terror. The police officers looked on, perplexed by his sudden reaction. Frederick observed his father with furrowed brows, unable to comprehend the overwhelming fear radiating from him. Craig eventually ended the call and turned to his son.

"Fredrick, your mother..." His voice faltered, tears welling in his eyes.

A single tear escaped Fredrick's eye, his expression clouded with pain as he closed his eyes in anguish.

Accompanied by the police, they made their way to the Hutson mansion. The officers were incredulous that a woman from such a prestigious family could commit such a heinous act. As they arrived, the butler hurried towards them, his steps betraying his nervousness. 

Despite the shock of the unfolding events, having served a lawyer's family for years, he managed to maintain his composure and already stationed the mansion’s occupants assembled for investigation and locked the front door, preventing the murderer from escaping the mansion.

The cops proceeded cautiously into the mansion with guns in their hands, followed closely by Craig and Fredrick. As they neared Gloria's room, they heard a voice emanating from within. The people outside the room exchanged puzzled glances and stepped aside to peer through the open doorway.

Goosebumps rippled across their bodies as they beheld the chilling scene unfolding before them. Tears filled Craig's eyes as he bore witness to his wife's madness for the first time. Unable to bear the sight, Frederick averted his gaze from the woman who had given birth to him.

Before them, Gloria sat amidst a pool of blood, cradling the lifeless body of Carlos in her lap. Gently, she ran her fingers through his hair, whispering sweet nothings to the corpse.

"Zach, my dear master," she murmured tenderly. "Why do you always resist? Didn't I tell you to love me? All you need to do is listen and obey."

"Hmm, now see what happened?" Gloria remarked, her grip firm on the handle of the knife buried deep in Carlos's chest. It was the same knife she had used to stab the original Zachary Hayes, who was now resting behind the mirror.

Lost in her own world, Gloria remained oblivious to the presence of the people in the room. The chief gestured to the female officer to handcuff her, but Gloria vehemently refused to release Carlos's body, holding him tightly in her arms. With the assistance of male officers, Gloria was finally detained.

As the forensic team arrived at the mansion, they entered Gloria's closet and retrieved the male body, carefully carrying it out of the room. The man's form was preserved in a glass box, eerily lifelike in appearance.

Gloria, silent until now, let out a piercing scream at the sight of her lover's body being taken away. She struggled to break free from the grasp of the people restraining her, desperately attempting to reach the glass box. However, before she could reach it, the cops detained her once again.

Kneeling on the ground, Gloria gazed sorrowfully at the box containing Zach's remains, tears streaming down her cheeks as the distance between her and her lover seemed to widen irreversibly.