After the shower, Vicky changed into a fresh change of clothes and went downstairs for dinner.
It was eight at night after they finished dinner, and Tyler finally spoke of what Vicky had been waiting
for. âI will accept hypnosis.â
His compromise did not surprise Vicky as it was a result she achieved by threatening to take her life.
âWhen can we start?â she asked.
âItâs upto you.â
She glanced at the time. âToday, then.â
He frowned. âWhy the hurry?â
She chuckled. âI donât want you changing your mind again if we wait any longer.â
He fell into silence for a long while before saying, âAlright.â
She stood up. âI will make a few phone calls to arrange it.â
Tyler did not stop her.
Caught between divorce and hypnosis, he chose the second option despite knowing there was not
much difference between the two. Still, being with her for an extra day, even an extra second, was all
that mattered.
After about 10 minutes, Vicky approached. âThe hypnotist
will be here in half an hour.â
âHere, at home?â
âYes. The hypnotist said that hypnosis in a familiar environment can help lower oneâs guard and
increase the chances of success.â
âIncrease the chances of success,â Tyler repeated those words with a touch of bitter self-mockery and
irony. âDo you want me to forget you that badly?â
Vicky responded with brutal honesty, âItâs a good thing for both of us.â
Tyler fell silent, and the atmosphere grew depressing.
Half an hour quickly passed. The doorbell rang, and Vicky got up to answer it.
Three middle-aged men and women in their forties or fifties walked in, each carrying a suitcase.
The leading middle-aged woman had an affable smile.
Vicky had already confirmed their identities from Isabella and Old Mister Hart. She was informed that
they were even more formidable hypnotists than Isabella.
Tylerâs condition only improved under Samantha and her teamâs efforts.
The middle-aged female doctor was named Samantha. She had served the Hart family for a long time,
and her loyalty was beyond question.
âWe need to set up the hypnosis room. Which room might be more suitable forthat?â Samantha asked.
Vicky led them to a guest room on the first floor. The three were efficient, and in less than half an hour,
they had everything set up in the room.
After arranging everything, Samantha walked out. âWe can now begin.â
Tyler sat on the couch, unmoving.
Samantha glanced at Vicky, and Vicky lowered her gaze. âGo ahead.â
Tyler looked at her. âAre you reallyâ¦going to make me forget you?â
âYes,â Vicky repeated the same words. âThis is good for both of us.â
Tyler looked at her intently. âAlright, then.â
He turned around and slowly entered the room, his heart sinking deeper as he took each step.
The roomâs door closed slowly.
In an instant, Vickyâs mind became empty and desolate at the realization he would forget everything the
next time she saw him. He would forget the time they spent together, including all the pain, happiness,
and even his deep love for her.