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!"

I knew that Mason was trying to deny it and escape facing the music. However, I wasn't going to let him do it. I had to burst his bubble for him.

"You are the one who's bullshitting me," I exclaimed. "I am your wife! And yet, you had sex with Amy and called her your soulmate! Sure, you may think that she's just your soulmate, but you've already fallen in love with her, haven't you?"

Mason frowned deeply, suddenly at a loss for words to say.

I walked closer to him and raised my voice again, tearing down his facade.

"You loved her, which is why you slept with her. You hate me, so you've always refused to even lay a finger on me!"

I then lowered my head helplessly and chuckled self-deprecatingly. "After five years of marriage, I still ended up losing to her."

I felt exhausted all of a sudden. I took a few steps back and took a deep breath after pointing out his wrongdoings.

"Actually, you could have just told me the truth. You could have also divorced me. Why did you have to betray me and sleep with her behind my back instead? And why did you also tell me that I was to pretend I didn't know anything about it?"

Mason looked at me darkly and denied everything.

"You're overthinking again. I love you. I could never bear to divorce you."

I shook my head, not believing him anymore.

"You're lying to me."

Mason frowned. He looked very displeased. "You've been acting erratically lately. We won't discuss this any further. We will only resume after you have calmed down."

Then, he left.

However, I no longer wanted to suppress my emotions or pretend none of this had happened. I rushed toward the door and blocked his path, my feelings more inflamed than ever.

"If you could only pick one person between me and her, Mason Longbright, would you choose me? Or her?"

Mason glared at me angrily, his eyes reflecting that his patience was at its limits.

"Get out of my way!"

I refused and challenged him head-on. "I need to know your answer."

He refused to answer and tried to walk past me, but I grabbed his arm.

Suddenly, Mason's face twisted into a wild expression, his eyes turning cold and sharp. In an instant, his hand closed around my neck, his grip tightening as if he meant to kill me.

His sudden change sent me into shock, but I glared back and struck his arm. He wouldn't let go. His bloodshot eyes blazed with fury, his chest heaving with rage.

He continued tightening his grip around my throat. I couldn't breathe anymore, and my face also turned as red as a tomato.

Mason's condition was all too familiar yet terrifying. He was having another manic episode.

Just as I thought I was about to die from suffocation, the maid standing next to me, Daisy Fletcher, realized that something was wrong and rushed up to me to shove me away from him.

I fell to the floor and began coughing and gasping for air.

When Mason saw that Daisy had helped me, he kicked at her in a rage and even grabbed a nearby vase before smashing it against her head.

Daisy couldn't avoid it in time, and she immediately passed out on the floor.

Still, Mason wouldn't stop. He grabbed everything within his reach and continued smashing everything against her body as if he was venting out all of his anger on her. His expression was horrendous and vengeful.

I watched him coldly as he continued with his manic episode. This time, however, I didn't rush up to him to hug him and try to calm him down anymore.

In the past, I had always been worried that he would hurt himself during one of his rage fits, so every time it happened, I would still throw myself at him and try to calm him down even though that meant I would get beaten black and blue.

Eventually, every time his condition acted up again, he would always need me by his side. I would just have to hug him, and he would eventually calm down after throwing a fit or two.

Just then, Amy, who had been shocked to her core, suddenly shuddered and yelled at me, saying, "Leave now! He's acting up again. I need to calm him down."

I laughed coldly and asked her in return, "How are you planning to calm him down?"

Amy narrowed her eyes at me, a sly, calculating look gleaming in her eyes.

Then, she looked at me confidently and said, "Let me show you who he actually needs."