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."

Just as I thought Amy was going to give Mason a sedative, I saw her throwing herself at him, caging him between her arms, kissing him deeply.

He stopped lashing out at once, freezing in place. Even the anger and twisted expression on his face quickly melted away, replaced with calmness and quietness.

Mason dropped all the things he was holding and hugged her back, deepening the kiss even more.

They looked like lovers with the way they got lost in the kiss.

I felt my heart shuddering hard as I balled my hands into fists.

The scene cut deep into my heart, dragging out every ounce of pain and bitterness I carried. It crawled across my skin, gnawed at my chest, and struck so hard I could almost hear my soul shattering into pieces.

When I comforted Mason, I had to endure getting beaten black and blue. However, when Amy comforted him, she only needed to give him a kiss.

She used her actions to prove that Mason never needed me. He had always needed her instead.

For five years, I had managed every detail of his life, freeing him to focus on work without a single worry about the household.

When he lay paralyzed in bed, I devoted myself to him, waiting on him hand and foot. I even took care of his excrement by myself.

When his condition flared, I endured it all, gritting my teeth even when it meant getting hurt.

I never asked for his love in return. However, I had hoped that he would remember my sincerity and everything I'd done for him.

But now, Mason has crushed my heart beneath his foot.

The five years I'd given him were nothing but a joke.

I'd lost completely to Amy.

They were made for each other, just like how God must have meant for them to be.

They could only finally be together once I was out of the picture. Maybe, that way, Mason's mania would finally be cured.

I laughed bitterly. Eventually, I began crying in spite of myself.

Initially, I had thought of giving Mason another chance to try to salvage our marriage. But he had already fallen in love with somebody else and forgotten me long ago.

Even if he still held me in his heart, he had betrayed me.

If that was the case, should I really still continue trying to salvage this marriage he had already betrayed?

I didn't think so.

He wasn't worthy of my love anymore. I was going to give up on him and stop forcing him to love me back.

I numbly turned around and went back into my room, giving them space.

After managing to calm myself down, I called my lawyer, Philip Lawson, and got him to settle the divorce paperwork for me.

Then, I bought a flight ticket, planning to leave this city for good. I wasn't going to return for the rest of my life.

The next day, Mason walked into my room and sighed heavily.

"Sweetie, I need to discuss something with you."

I look at him curiously.

He hesitated for a while. Finally, he said, "Moving forward, you will be my wife, and Amy will be my mistress. The two of you should get along together to take care of me. Okay?"

I looked like he'd just told me the joke of the century.

How could he even say such vile words to me?

I laughed coldly and couldn't stop myself from asking him, "It's been five years, Mason. Do you still love me?"

Mason nodded at once without hesitation.

I smiled bitterly at him. "But you've also fallen in love with her, haven't you?"

Mason looked away from me and glanced at the scenery outside my window instead. His eyes turned dark, and I didn't know what was going on in his head.

I lowered my gaze with unexpected calm and said, "I’d be honest—my gratitude was a big reason I agreed to marry you. But love is a two-way connection, and marriage is a lifelong vow. We were only together for five years when things changed. Or perhaps we both had already changed."

I had put in a lot of effort so that Mason would fall in love with me. When he finally agreed to marry me, I thought that he would love me for the rest of our lives.

Even though he had never once touched me with desire, I still looked forward to the day when we would finally be joined as one.

But now, it was evident that everything had simply been wishful thinking.

He'd changed. His love for me was gone.

So I no longer wanted him either. I refused to give him any more chances to hurt me and break my heart again.

His footsteps drew closer to me until he stood before me, gazing down at the crown of my head.

I could see from the shadows that he had lifted his hand as if to pat me on the head, but he suddenly stopped mid-air.

A long while later, he finally spoke.

"You should be more gracious with her. As long as you agree to get along with Amy, this family is still an unbroken one. I will still treat you like I did in the past. We just need to continue living like this."

I couldn't stop myself from chuckling coldly.

I finally saw his true colors and his hidden intention now. He was greedy and wanted to continue basking in both my attention and Amy's.

He knew that doing so would be cheating on me, but he still did it anyway.

He was also telling me now, using my love for him and my reluctance to leave him as a leverage so that I wouldn't kick up a fuss and that I would cave and accept Amy into our lives.

How could he be such a selfish person?

I suddenly realized that I didn't know who Mason was anymore. I felt as though I had never known him in the first place.

I looked up at him in disappointment. Just as I was about to say something, someone knocked on the door, and Amy's crying voice could be heard.

"Hubs, I just had a nightmare. I got such a fright. Can't you please stay with me?"