It's heard that Francine has started her own business and Tommy was helping her find connections. Eugene couldn't help but admire Tommy, thinking he was truly a good person.

However, this whole matter with the three of them has nothing to do with her anymore.

As her first hypnotherapy session approached, the therapist told her to spend more time with the person she wanted to forget, visiting places they used to go together and experiencing what they had experienced before. This would help with the hypnosis.

Eugene called Tommy several times. It was only after some time that he finally picked up, perhaps because he realized he had indeed been neglecting Eugene lately.

Tommy promised to spend the weekend with her, but then he was suddenly called to a reunion by a college friend.

Eugene thought about it for a moment and decided that this was as the doctor had said. The location was at a luxury hotel in the city center.

Tommy held her hand with one and held Casey's hand with the other as they walked into the private room. Inside, the atmosphere was lively and upon hearing the noise, everyone turned to look.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bolton has arrived," several familiar friends stood up to greet them.

Tommy was the successful representative of his college, so everyone wanted to take the opportunity to get closer to him.

It was at that moment Eugene noticed a sharp gaze on her. Turning her head, she saw it was Francine. She was wearing a white dress today. She looked intelligent and generous. Next to her sat one of Tommy's college roommates.

Seeing Eugene's curiosity, a person beside her whispered an introduction, "That is his friend, isn't she beautiful? Honestly, you two look somewhat alike."

Not just alike. Eugene had seen Francine's photo on Tommy's phone before.

The woman had the same phoenix eyes as hers and especially the mole at the corner of her eye was identical.

No wonder Tommy had relentlessly pursued her for two years back then. It turned out to be because of this face.

Eugene didn't speak, her eyes scanning the pair who sat close together. How could Francine be with Tommy's college roommate?

Suddenly, Tommy, who was standing beside Francine, spoke coldly, "How come you're here?"

"If you can come, can't I come?" Francine rolled her eyes, then sweetly leaned toward the man beside her and asked him to feed her.

Eugene could clearly feel Tommy's growing anger. In the next moment, he stepped forward and dragged Francine out of the room without explanation.

The private room fell into eerie silence and all eyes turned to Eugene. Some looked on in amusement, while others sympathized.

Eugene's face darkened slightly as she bit her lip, "I'm going out to see." Leaving the private room, she just happened to see Tommy standing dejectedly at the door.

When he saw Eugene, he looked like he had found a savior, "Eugene, hurry and check how Francine is in the restroom!" He didn't even realize how inappropriate this request was.

Eugene gave him a look, then silently walked into the restroom. Inside, Francine wasn't crying as Tommy had feared. Instead, she was leisurely touching up her lipstick.

Seeing Eugene enter, Francine sneered, "So, Mrs. Bolton has fallen to become a tool for others?"

Eugene didn't reply. She didn't know what had just happened between the two of them. But to her, she just didn't want to make a scene and let others enjoy the spectacle.

It was just Francine feeling jealous and trying to seduce Tommy's roommate. Then Tommy, in turn, got jealous and took her away, right? Francine's trick was just to make Tommy stay away from Eugene.

Eugene remained expressionless, "Are you done playing? If you are, get out. He's waiting for you."

Francine looked incredulous, "Aren't you angry? He's jealous because of me!"

Angry? What good would being angry do? What doesn't belong to you will never belong to you.

"I understand now, you're pretending to be dignified, right? You think if you do that, he'll change his mind? Dream on!" Francine sneered and then suddenly slapped herself hard, yelling out.

Eugene, puzzled, was about to speak when a huge force from behind shoved her forcefully. She lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground. The pain was so intense that she almost passed out.

Tommy asked, "Francine, what happened!"

Francine covered her face, crying uncontrollably, "Tommy, Eugene doesn't like me. She told me to stay away from you, sob sob ... I said we were just friends and she called me a whore."

Tommy's eyes widened, his face dark as he looked at Eugene, "Did you hit her?"

Eugene was about to speak when, suddenly, Tommy slapped her hard across the face. The slap made her back and head hit the door handle of the restroom.

Blood began to flow from the back of her head. The chattering outside almost swallowed up all her rationality.

"I didn't ..." Before she could finish, she collapsed heavily.

When she awoke, Eugene found herself in a hospital. The first thing she did upon opening her eyes was to reach for her phone and dial the hypnotherapy institution, "Can the procedure be done earlier? I can't wait any longer."

She had had enough of this torment and didn't want to continue any longer!

At that moment, the door to the room opened. Tommy frowned and asked, "Eugene, what procedure did you say you needed?"

Eugene was so frightened that she immediately hid the phone behind her, "It's nothing, just asking if I need to have surgery for the scar on my back."

When Tommy pushed her at the restroom, the long scar on her back was formed, looking ugly and terrifying. She hadn't wanted to bring it up, but to avoid suspicion from Tommy, she had to mention it.

Tommy frowned as if pondering. "Really? But I clearly just heard you talking about a hypnotherapy procedure. Eugene, what did you do behind my back?"

The questioning look from the man made her shiver. Could he be on to her? Eugene felt an overwhelming panic.

Luckily, it wasn't just Tommy who entered, Francine and Casey came too.

She walked up and grabbed Tommy's arm, coquettishly saying, "Tommy, don't be so fierce, your wife just woke up. There must be some misunderstanding."

Casey also spoke with disdain, "What can mom do behind your back? She's dying to stick with you all day. She's just clueless."

Upon hearing this, Tommy agreed. They had been married for over ten years and Eugene truly had no activities outside of being by his side.

Thinking about this, a trace of tenderness flashed in the man's eyes. He put aside his suspicion and gently sat beside Eugene.

He diligently fed her fruit, gently comforting her, "I was too emotional. I'm sorry, Eugene, I was just thinking too much. I didn't want you to get into trouble at the reunion. So I accidentally pushed you. Don't be mad, honey."

Listening to his apology, there was no stir in Eugene's heart. Instead, she felt incredibly repulsed and disgusted.

She said, "Tommy, do you even believe what you're saying?" When he rushed over to hug Francine, shoving her aside, when she was in so much pain she fainted …

Anyone with good judgment could tell who he truly cared about.

With so many people present, Eugene couldn't imagine how she appeared to others.

"Since you already have someone else in your heart, why won't you let me go?" The endless entanglement had left her physically and emotionally exhausted.

She couldn't understand why, even though his heart had already found someone else, he still pretended to be affectionate and showed up by her side.

Eugene desperately wanted an answer. Perhaps that answer didn't even matter.

Tommy was momentarily stunned, not expecting Eugene to say this suddenly. Out of nowhere, he felt a little flustered, "Darling, what are you saying?"

When Francine heard him call her darling, she clenched her teeth and forced out a smile that was even uglier than crying, "Yeah, what are you saying, Eugene? Tommy only loves you."

Eugene nearly wanted to vomit upon hearing her pretentious tone. She coldly glared at Francine. "From what I know, Tommy is an only child in his family. And you calling my name repeatedly, could it be you're his 'lovely little sister'?"

"You!" Francine's face turned red.

The hospital was crowded and their argument had attracted attention from people in the hallway outside.

She bit her lip and then returned to her previous smile, "Eugene, why do I not understand what you're saying?"

"What's the point of pretending? I'm not a fool. Tommy, if you don't love me, why didn't you tell me earlier? Otherwise, I wouldn't have shamelessly followed you and even given you a child. Tommy, didn't your conscience hurt when you lied to me?" Eugene quietly watched him, as if looking through him for any signs of regret.

But there was none. Tommy was terrifyingly calm.

Eugene realized that the man who once loved her like his life had long since disappeared through years of scheming and deceit. This was the first time she felt so powerless.

"Mom, what are you talking about? Dad is busy every day doing things for the family, right? And everything you eat, wear and live in is bought with Dad's money. Since that's the case, why aren't you satisfied?" Casey coldly said.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over Eugene, chilling her to the bone. In Casey's eyes, she, as a mother, did nothing and acted like a useless person.

She had no right to speak to Tommy in this manner. Eugene couldn't help but reflect on when Casey had become like this.

Was it when Francine first appeared? She was radiant and generous, with an aura of nobility and beauty.

And what about herself? Eugene assessed herself. Her clothes, although luxurious brands, were always in black and white to make it easy for business occasions, making her seem cold and devoid of warmth.

Her skin, too, had become sallow from sleepless nights spent on planning and working. She looked like she had aged a decade. Compared to Francine, she was indeed leagues behind.

But that was because, instead of focusing on dressing up, Eugene cared more about the Bolton's family business and their home.

Faced with Casey's cold sarcasm, Eugene's face turned red with anger. She grabbed Casey's arm and angrily asked, "Am I not satisfied? Your father is always busy, does that mean I'm not busy? I spend every day taking care of you, for what? Why are you treating me like this?"

At this moment, Eugene knew her expression must look awful, but she didn't care. She just wanted to vent.

She wanted to ask, to demand, why she was being humiliated and tortured by these two men!