Eileen dragged her heavy body and struggled back to the entrance of the presidential suite.

She stared at the door in front of her but hesitated to push it open.

Dolly's words, the photos sent by the strange woman a few days ago, and the various inconsistencies about Rafael suddenly emerged in her mind like seaweed surfacing, entangling her to the point of breathlessness.

Everything about Rafael suddenly became elusive.

Who was he really? Is that woman truly his wife? Did he really have two wives?

She leaned against the door frame and slowly sat down, memories flooding back like a tidal wave.

She clenched her fists weakly.

She wanted...