In the sanatorium bathroom, Kayla wiped the fog from the mirror, her eyes mirroring the reflection's movement. A burst of laughter escaped her. Four days earlier, she'd been consumed by frustration, despair, hatred, and resentment at her downfall. She'd wanted revenge, especially after her diagnosis.

That day, in the cafeteria, she'd tried to attack an elderly man with a fork and knife. Nurses intervened, subduing her. She lost consciousness, experiencing a triumphant dream where she'd vanquished Felicia. In this dream, she'd manipulated Felicia's life, orchestrating her downfall, resulting in imprisonment and eventual death.

The dream's vividness shocked her upon waking. Comparing it to reality, she realized Felicia was the key variable. Her return as the true heiress had altered everything. Kayla's rash actions and alliance with Shawn had led to her ruin; Felicia had exploited her weakness.

A chilling laugh escaped Kayla. "I won't lose again. I know what to do now, Felicia. I've already beaten you once. This time, it will be no different!"

New Year's Day. Fireworks filled the air, their scent lingering. Felicia smiled, breathing deeply. Snow fell gently, crunching underfoot. Distant fireworks painted the sky.

She returned to her apartment, groceries in hand. Something felt wrong. "Who is it?" Her knife appeared. Moonlight and firework flashes illuminated a handsome figure—Stephan—sitting on her sofa, his presence striking in the ordinary setting.