Conrad and Victoria slept peacefully in one another's arms on his bed at the South Fork Inn. They breathed calmly as their consciousness descended to a dream-filled place. Both completely unaware of the presence in the room who watched them with assassin intentions.

Lydia stood still, intentionally speechless. She wished she could just kill them right there. When she entered the suit, ready to see Conrad waiting to be with her, she saw the door was already open. Walking in, she found clothes spread all over the entrance room. A black bra over a chair, a black dress smashed close to the bedroom door, long black scarpins over the couch. Her eyes filled with tears when she recognized to whom those garments belonged to. Holding Conrad's tie, that she'd found on that same couch, she made her way to the bedroom.

The blonde covered her mouth to hold herself back from screaming in absolute anger. The sight of the Grayson couple made her want to cry to the point of sobbing, but she wouldn't. Something in the back of her mind was telling her to keep quiet. This wasn't the time or the place.

Lydia Davis had always been in love with Conrad, but even when she knew he loved her back, she was well aware he still had stronger feelings for his wife. When she planned her revenge against Victoria, before returning to the Hamptons, she imagined, finally, stealing him away. She thought that, maybe, if she stole the Hamptons' Queen's place, he would love her more than the brunette.

When they reignited their affair, she thought she'd, actually, succeeded. Especially, when they started talking about the possibility of a divorce. She covered her eyes with her hands, realizing how much she had been wrong. Lydia would never have Conrad's heart. Her chest ached with jealousy and envy for the woman sharing his bed. She would never take her spot either.

"But this isn't over! I will not let this be the end of my revenge…"

That was when she understood why she'd been quiet all along. It would serve perfectly for her plan if neither of them knew that she had full knowledge of what happened. In her fury, she considered a plan to murder them both, but concluded that they deserved to suffer for what they did to her. They had made her leave everything behind, deprived of all her properties and isolated from society. So now, she would take away what was most precious to them. Lydia would have her vendetta against the Grayson's.