"Miss Delamore, are you sure you want to proceed with the hypnosis therapy? Once it starts, it cannot be stopped and any consequences will be your responsibility." The consultant double-checked all the information on the document.

The form indicated this patient was married and raising a child, leaving the consultant puzzled, was she planning to erase memories of her son and husband?

Eugene lowered her gaze and glanced at the messages continuously popping up on her phone. Her eyes finally settled on a photo sent by a woman.

In the photo, her husband, Tommy Bolton, gazed at the woman with gentle and affectionate eyes, while her son, Casey, grinned brightly, holding the woman's hand and posing for the camera.

Eugene couldn't remember the last time this father and son had come home. Even today, on her birthday, she only saw them through a photo sent by another woman.

Staring at the image, Eugene's hand trembled slightly and tears welled up in her eyes, barely restrained. She tilted her head back to force the tears away, then lowered her gaze to meet the consultant's eyes. "I'm sure."

After confirming, the consultant completed all the necessary procedures and handed her a document to sign.

Upon leaving the hypnosis center, Eugene didn't rush home. She walked into the department store across the street and found a jewelry shop.

"Do you want to buy rings?" the clerk asked.

Eugene removed a ten-carat diamond ring from her finger and handed it to the clerk.

The clerk's eyes widened, it was a pink diamond on a ten-carat ring! It was obviously extremely valuable. Was this woman really planning to sell it?

"Ma'am, we can buy this ring, but ... is it really yours?" the clerk asked hesitantly.

Pink diamonds typically cost millions. Selling something so valuable just like that? The clerk couldn't help being cautious.

Without offering an explanation, Eugene produced the appraisal certificate for the ring.

The clerk, after confirming its authenticity, reluctantly took the ring from her, "Ma'am, this is a limited edition from the Cartier Guardian series. It's no longer available on the market. And … this is your wedding ring, right? Are you sure you don't want to reconsider?"

The clerk spoke cautiously, fully aware that anyone who could afford such a diamond was extraordinarily wealthy. She didn't want unnecessary trouble.

Eugene caressed the ring gently. She had been with Tommy for more than a decade, owning countless luxury items, but this ring was the most valuable and meaningful among them.

Her name was even engraved inside the band. The wedding scene flashed through her mind, rose petals showering from the sky and a crowd of guests gathered below.

Did Tommy love her? Perhaps he did once. For more than ten years, he had worked hard to provide her a good life, building the success he had today.

But now? Eugene wasn't sure anymore. Because his first love had returned and blatantly appeared before her.

Eugene let out a bitter laugh and shook her head, "No need to reconsider."

The appraisal was quickly completed. The ring had been carefully maintained and was almost as good as new, losing only a slight amount of value since its purchase.

After receiving the store's transfer payment, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a diamond bracelet, handing it over and said, "Please take a look at this one too."

As the clerk inspected the bracelet, they quickly noticed something off. Just as they were about to point out that it was a fake, a man's voice interrupted them.

"Darling?" It was none other than Tommy, "What are you doing here?"

Eugene remained calm, "This bracelet accidentally got stained. I'm seeing if they can clean it for me."

When the man's gaze fell on the bracelet, his eyes widened in shock. He snatched the bracelet from the clerk, as if afraid of what they might say.

He hurriedly said, "If it's dirty, just throw it away."

The clerk explained, "Sir, the weight of this bracelet doesn't match ... it appears to be a fake ..."

Tommy reacted like a wolf whose tail had been stepped on and immediately retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting? Can a small shop like yours even verify that? This is an auction piece. If you don't understand, don't embarrass yourself."

"Darling, let's go." He quickly pulled Eugene, intending to leave without further discussion.

Tommy brought her all the way to the parking garage, scolding her the entire way for showing the bracelet to others.

Why couldn't she show it to others? Because the bracelet was indeed fake. The real one was on his mistress, Francine Dubois's wrist.

Eugene found herself ridiculous. Not long ago, Tommy had taken her to an auction. She had immediately fallen in love with the bracelet and hoped Tommy would buy it as a birthday gift for her.

It wasn't because of vanity, the bracelet's meaning had touched her. Eternal companionship, growing old together. For most women, their greatest fantasy is spending their life's journey alongside their husband. Eugene was no exception.

At first, Tommy had refused, saying the bracelet wasn't suitable for her. She had been upset for a while. But about a month before her birthday, Tommy suddenly told her he had bought the bracelet.

Eugene had been overjoyed. Yet when she received the bracelet, she noticed something was off. How could a piece worth millions feel so lightweight?

Eugene wasn't stupid. She questioned Tommy about it. He claimed the bracelet's design was intentionally lightweight and said she probably just wasn't used to handling such an expensive item, which made her feel it was different.

At the time, Eugene convinced herself she was overthinking. How could Tommy possibly buy a fake bracelet for her?

Until a week ago, when Francine returned to the country. Eugene saw the exact same bracelet on Francine's wrist.

Only then did she understand, the one Tommy wanted eternal companionship with wasn't her. It was Francine.

Eugene sneered inwardly. What a privilege it was to benefit from Francine's leftovers.

The two reached the car and had just opened the door when a young boy rushed out, "Dad, why are you so slow? Didn't you say we were going to buy a birthday gift for Aunt Francine?"

It was Casey, their son. When he saw Eugene, he froze momentarily, "Mom? What are you doing here?"

So the reason Tommy was here was to buy a birthday gift for Francine. No wonder Francine had sent her provocative messages.

It turned out that their birthdays were on the same day. But evidently, neither Tommy nor Casey remembered.

"This seat is reserved for Aunt Francine! You can't sit here!" As Eugene moved to take the front passenger seat, Casey frowned and snapped at her.

Eugene froze mid-motion, silently watching the father and son. Finally, Tommy awkwardly scratched his nose, scolded Casey and pulled Eugene into the car.

The atmosphere inside the car was heavy. Tommy tried to lighten the mood. "You don't like the bracelet? Didn't you say at the auction that you really liked it?"

Eugene did like the bracelet. To say she liked the bracelet was more accurate than saying she loved its meaning.

Eternal companionship, always by each other's side. The intertwined double knot was her favorite design.

But the bracelet in her hand was a fake one. Not only was the bracelet fake, but Tommy's love for her was also fake. The real bracelet was on Francine's wrist.

Suddenly interested, Eugene stared at Tommy and asked seriously, "Tommy, are you sure this bracelet is real?"

"Of course, it's real!" Casey jumped in. He rolled his eyes, his face, a mirror of Tommy's, showing irritation and impatience. "Dad went out of his way to buy this for you. Instead of thanking him, you're questioning him? What kind of woman does that? You should know better."

"How dare you speak to your mom like that?" Realizing Casey was getting carried away, Tommy quickly stopped him from further scolding Eugene.

He then gently asked her, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden? I bought this bracelet at the auction as your birthday gift. Of course it's real, sweetheart. How could I give you a fake?"

"Really?" Eugene's lips curled into a contemptuous smile. If it weren't for what just happened, she might have believed him.

But it didn't matter anymore. Soon, she would forget everything, forget this hypocritical and disgusting man.

Tommy grew uneasy at Eugene's expression and cautiously probed, "Honey, have I been too busy lately? Are you upset?"

"Tommy, do you remember the promise you made me?" she asked.

Eugene and Tommy had been college classmates. Back then, she was the campus beauty, admired by countless men, including Tommy.

But Eugene came from a single-parent family. After her father cheated and abandoned her mother, she grew up with deep insecurities and a lack of trust in others.

She resisted anyone who tried to get close to her. One by one, her admirers gave up, except for Tommy, who persevered.

Eventually, she was moved by his persistence and gave him a single condition, "Don't lie to me. Even if you stop loving me, don't lie."

The young Tommy had readily agreed and even swore an oath, "If I break this promise, may I never die a peaceful death."

Never die a peaceful death. Eugene smirked bitterly. She wondered if the God would ever punish a heartless man like him.

The seriousness in Eugene's demeanor caught Tommy off guard. She had stood by him for more than ten years, enduring countless hardships. During his toughest times, on a social event, she drank too much and got herself into the hospital to help him secure deals at business banquets.

At just 17 or 18 years old, Eugene had been in so much pain that she couldn't even straighten her back. Yet she still kept reassuring him that everything would be fine.

Tommy knew he owed Eugene too much. That was why he worked himself to the bone, building his business empire and achieving the success they now enjoyed, presenting it as proof of his love.

He gave her a satisfactory answer to this relationship. Tommy knew that Eugene had been drawn to him initially because of his sincerity and affection.

But now? He swallowed hard, his heart pounding with unease. Could it be that Eugene had found out?

No, impossible. He had hidden everything too well. And even if she had, so what?

Francine was his first love. Back then, she came from a wealthy family and looked down on him, leading to their breakup. She had always been the regret of his youth.

Now that the Dubois Family had fallen from grace and Francine had returned to the country, what was wrong with sending her a small gift as a friend? It didn't mean anything.

Of course, these were thoughts he kept to himself. If Eugene knew, she would no doubt curse him to his face.

For now, he forced a smile that mirrored his usual demeanor, "Of course, I remember. I've never lied to you, Eugene. This bracelet is real and so is my love for you."

Eugene stared at him quietly for a long moment and, strangely enough, she felt a slight pang in her heart.

Yes, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, the way he used his WhatsApp to shower Francine with daily attention over the past ten years, she might have believed him.