The next day, I went to Amy's room and gave her a proper once-over.

She liked wearing tight-fitting dresses that showed off all of her voluptuous curves. She also had a fox-like charm to her, perfect skin, and long legs to die for. In other words, she was a very beautiful woman.

I had seen her stark-naked body last night, and her skin was also flawless and perfect on every inch of her body. It was a lot easier on the eyes compared to my body, which was littered with scars and bruises.

So, it was only natural for men to look at her and feel sexually attracted to her.

I sighed and handed her a check. "Leave."

Amy clenched the check before tearing it up under my nose.

I look at her in shock. Then, my expression turned hard. "You're fired as his psychiatrist. Please leave now!"

Amy just smirked and looked at me smugly. "You're scared."

I felt a conflicted expression arising in me, but I suppressed it. "He's recovered now. He doesn't need you anymore."

Amy shrugged and looked at me meaningfully. "No. He still needs me."

I glared at her coldly, rapidly losing my patience. "What is it that you want?"

Amy grinned lightly and looked like she was thinking. Then, she gloated and said, "I was up all night with Mazy for such a long time last night that I just want to rest properly today."

The pain in my chest kept growing. I suddenly recalled the look of happiness and relief on Mason's face when he'd finally engaged in sexual activities last night for the first time in ages.

Mason had told me he wasn't interested in lovemaking, yet with Amy, he no longer hated it. He didn't care about anything else when he was with her, and could even get a hard-on for her.

The pain and bitterness kept swelling in my heart. I could also feel the jealousy rising in me. Still, I forced myself to suppress it, struggling to maintain my composure.

"Amy, I don't care about whatever just happened between you and him. But it's all over now. Please leave my house."

Amy laughed in my face, sounding every bit disdainful. "I will never leave unless he's the one telling me to leave."

When I saw how shamelessly unreasonable she was, my temper snapped. I pointed furiously at the door and shouted, "Get out of my house! I don't like you, and neither does he!"

Amy thought nothing of it. She just replied in a nonchalant voice, "You're wrong. He told me last night was magical, and that he loved being with me!"

I had restrained myself until now, but at this moment, all hell broke loose. Rage surged through me, my chest heaving with fury. I lost every shred of patience and, without hesitation, called the bodyguards on my phone.

When Amy heard it, she finally began to panic.

"You can't chase me out! I heard that Mazy couldn't get it up in the past, but he can now, after sleeping with me! It's good news for you! You just need to put up with it for a while longer as I cure his bipolar! I'll leave after he's gotten better!"

I could barely keep my breathing even and just screamed at her, "Shut up!"

I really never thought that Amy could be so shameless.

I wanted to give Mason another chance, but I could no longer bear watching my own husband walk in and out of the house with another woman at his side.

Soon, two bodyguards appeared. In a cold, steady voice, I ordered, "Escort this woman out of my house!"

Without hesitation, the bodyguards advanced toward Amy and seized her.

Amy refused to leave and hugged a pillar tightly, stubbornly exclaiming, "I'm not leaving!"

I didn't want to bother myself with her anymore. Just as I turned to leave, my sharp eyes caught the necklace around her neck.

My eyes widened at once, and I trembled in disbelief.

The necklace was all too familiar.

I stepped closer for a better look and confirmed that it was the very necklace my mother had left me. Pointing at it, I asked sharply, "Where did you get this necklace?"

Amy answered smugly, "Mazy gave it to me."

At that moment, I felt my heart drop into my stomach. My eyes instantly welled with tears.

I lowered my gaze, trying my best to hide the hurt in my eyes, and kept my voice as calm as possible.

"He… He gave it to you?"

Amy answered affirmatively, "Of course Mazy did!"

Suddenly, my belief in love crumbled, and my love for Mason also began to waver.

Back then, Mom and Dad had gotten into massive debt because their business didn't do well. After dying of overexhaustion, everything belonging to the family had been auctioned off, and the creditors also took away all of our assets.

This necklace of Mom's had also gone missing then.

I had been searching for this necklace for a very long time. I'd also told Mason about it. I told him that if he were to locate it, he had to buy it back for me no matter the price, because that was the only thing I had to remember Mom by.

I had even shown Mason numerous pictures of the necklace so that he would be able to recognize it instantly at all the auctions he went to.

When he married me, he promised that he would help me search for the necklace. But now, Mom's necklace was being worn around Amy's neck, and he was the one who had given it to her.

Had he already forgotten just how important this necklace was to me?

Or did he think that this necklace could be a way for him to keep Amy by his side?

No matter what, I had to get this necklace back. I instinctively reached out to grab it.

However, before I could even touch it, Amy suddenly broke free from the bodyguards and shoved me heavily backward.

I lost my balance and stumbled backward, while she toppled to her side.

Suddenly, someone rushed up from behind me, pushed me aside, and darted to Amy, catching her just before she fell.

Amy was caught firmly in Mason's arms, while I crashed against the bookshelf. Its sharp corners split my forehead, and blood began to flow.

Blood blurred my vision as I stared in disbelief—my own husband was holding Amy tightly in his arms.

He was looking at her gently and asked in an even gentler voice, "Does it hurt? Are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

Mason's kind words snapped the last fragile thread holding me together. My heart clenched as if crushed in his hands, leaving me breathless.

I had been married to Mason for five years. His kindness and concern should have belonged to me alone. Yet when I saw him showing that same concern for another woman, I realized I had never been the only one in his heart.

For five years, Mason had treated me well, fulfilling me in every way except in bed. He knew how to lift me when I was down, protect me as his wife, and deliberately set aside time to keep me company.

But lately, I had begun to see how distant he had grown, and even the kindness and concern he once showed me were fading away.

I felt him beginning to turn away from me, and the reason was painfully clear—he was falling in love with someone else.

Just then, Amy began nuzzling him back and saying in a coquettish tone, "It doesn't hurt. Everything's fine now that you're here."

Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest.

The sight was piercing to my eyes.

He was a married man, and he was supposed to push her away. However, he did nothing of the sort and just allowed her to be intimate with him.

It was one of the bodyguards, Gus Jepson, who thought that it shouldn't be the case and reminded Mason of his identity.

"Mr. Longbright, the person you're hugging is Ms. Becker. Shouldn't you let go of her?"

Mason immediately glared at him.

Gus didn't dare to speak anymore and kept quiet.

I got to my feet and stared at the couple still hugging each other. Then I said in a cold voice, "Mason. Let go of her."

It was only then that Mason turned to look at me with a frustrated, complicated look on his face.

He finally saw the cut on my forehead. Concern immediately showed in his eyes as he let go of Amy and rushed over to me.

He suddenly was at a loss for what to do and just dabbed at my cut with his sleeve. "You're hurt. We need to get the family doctor to patch you up."

I looked at him with reddened eyes. Just as I was about to respond to him, Amy suddenly let out a huge cry.

She held a hand to her stomach and began sobbing loudly.

"Mazy! I think I hurt my stomach falling down… Hurry up and take me to the hospital. I have gastric issues. What if the fall caused me to bleed internally?"

At that, Mason turned to look at her and said in a comforting voice, "Then don't move."

He then looked at me and said nonchalantly, "I'm taking Amy to the hospital. Remember to get Dr. Hunter to take a look at your cut."

Then, he picked Amy up bridal-style and rushed her to the hospital.

I stood there, frozen to my spot, and began to cry uncontrollably.

I never thought that Mason would choose to protect her first and even bring her to the hospital himself before taking care of me.

He kept telling me that he loved me, but his actions told me otherwise.

At that thought, I felt an excruciating pain coursing through my body. My emotions turned bitter, and my heart felt hollow in my chest.

After the family doctor, Corey Hunter, was done patching me up, Mason came back from the hospital with Amy. They went straight to his study, and I didn't know what they were up to inside.

Out of curiosity, I ended up tapping on the live surveillance footage on my phone.

I had installed this camera in his study back when I had still been taking care of Mason so that I could check on his physical health anytime.

I could see what they were doing in the study. In the video, I could see Amy seated, while Mason crouched at her feet, massaging them.

He was very gentle with her, and his eyes were filled with concern.

"You have such beautiful feet. It would have been a shame if you sprained them."

Amy chuckled shyly. "You protected me. Of course, I'd be fine."

Mason's eyes turned deep. His voice, though sounding nonchalant, was mixed with a hint of tender lovingness.

"I just can't bear to see you hurt."

He rose to his feet, gazing at her with raw feeling, before drawing her tightly into his arms.

Amy hugged him back, leaning against his shoulder and looking like she was enjoying every second of it.

"I'm really happy to know that you have a place for me in your heart."

Mason lowered his head and lightly kissed her on the nape, his hands slowly slipping under her shirt to grab her chest. "Of course there's a place for you in my heart. You're mine, after all."

I turned off the video at once, unwilling to watch or listen any longer. Anger boiled over until I laughed out loud, though the bitterness in my heart remained.

Everything proved that Mason no longer loved me. He could only get a hard-on with Amy because he had feelings for her. He had even shoved me aside to catch her before she fell, showing his care for her and his disregard for me.

I bet that he didn't even love me anymore. So, was there really a need for me to give him another chance?

I felt lost.

Tears wouldn't stop slipping from my eyes, revealing the despair and sadness I felt.

A while later, Mason walked into my room. He sat down next to me and held my hand between his fingers, gently caressing it. He asked in concern, "Does the cut still hurt?"

I shook my head.

The cut on my forehead didn't hurt. It was my heart that hurt the most.

And yet, Mason's next words would only make the pain in my heart grow tenfold if not a hundredfold.

"Sweetie, you're a very understanding person. You shouldn't make things hard for Amy anymore. You also shouldn't be chasing her out of the house."

I looked at him in shock.

He then pulled me into his arms and began comforting me with his words.

"Be good and behave yourself. You're the only person I love. Amy still needs to cure my condition, so you shouldn't offend her. Next time, just look the other way and forget about certain things that you see."

After that, he slid a note into my hands and began talking to me in an enchanting voice, "You and Amy both like the clothes designed by fashion designer Vinny Fang. I remember that Vinny's making you another dress next month, right?

"Tell him to make a few more gowns and dresses in Amy's size. I'm going to give them to her as her birthday gifts."

I shoved Mason away angrily and crumpled up the paper in my hand.

"What are you taking me for? How could you even want me to do such a thing?"

I found it simply ridiculous that he was asking me to help him woo another woman.

Just then, Amy walked in and pretended to say, "Forget about it. Since Mrs. Longbright refuses to do it, I won't wear them anymore."

I glared at Amy with a displeased expression on my face.

Amy was doing this on purpose. She was deliberately destroying my relationship with Mason.

After all, Mason was always very busy with work and rarely ever cared about what I wore. He also wouldn't have thought about asking me for this favor on his own.

Suddenly, I caught sight of the diamond ring on Amy's finger.

I immediately rushed up to her, grabbed her wrist, and stared at the diamond ring.

This was Mason's wedding ring! To think that he had also given it to her!

I looked at Mason in disappointment, raising my voice and questioning him, "Did you just give her our wedding ring?"

Mason didn't think much about it. "She said she liked it."

I retorted angrily. "But this ring is a symbol of our love!"

Mason shrugged, still thinking that it wasn't a big deal. "We've been married for years. What's there for it to symbolize anymore?"

Mason's nonchalant tone triggered all the anger I'd been repressing for a long time. Everything exploded at once.

My eyes burned red as I let go of Amy's hand, as though I had completely given up on him.

I suddenly wanted to know what Mason truly thought of me, and where I ranked in his heart.

I fixed my gaze on him, each word deliberate and heavy as I spoke.

"Mason Longbright. Have you ever thought of me as your wife? If so, who is she to you?"

Mason answered at once, "You're my wife. She's my soulmate."

I was stupefied.

His soulmate? How ridiculous was that?

They had only known each other for a month, and suddenly, they were soulmates who didn't mind sleeping with each other.

This was ridiculous.

I chuckled coldly and made it clear to him.

"No. You're treating her like your lover. She is your mistress!"

Mason's expression darkened. He yelled at me and said, "Stop spouting bullshit!"