FAZER LOGINThree days after Zoey's funeral, Maxwell woke up in bed, staring at the ceiling. He dragged himself up and poured a glass of ice water.He still wasn't used to it—the days without Zoey.For so long, there had always been warm tea waiting for him. She made sure of it. He never once had to worry about
After that, Zoey's body grew thinner and more transparent with each passing day.And yet, Maxwell started to change. He began living with a kind of quiet determination, as though he'd finally found something worth holding onto.Dr. Willow was relieved to see it. Pleased, even. But when Zoey looked
Dr. Willow hired someone to perform a ritual.Zoey could feel her soul being pulled by an invisible force. The medium caught sight of her form and immediately shut his eyes tight—because the way Zoey looked after death was simply... too horrifying.But this time, it wasn't Maxwell calling for her. I
Zoey felt nothing but ache for Maxwell. She didn't want him to die.For days, she stayed away from his dreams.All those fragile, fleeting memories faded into emptiness. All she wanted... was for him to keep living in this world.Maxwell tried everything. Every method, every trick he could think of.
Maxwell had finally made up his mind to leave.All along, he thought Zoey couldn't live without him. But now, he realized—it was him who couldn't live without her.A world without Zoey was unbearable. Even the air felt thinner, suffocating.Every night, without fail, he dreamed of her—her face blurr
Three days later, the news exploded."Porter Heir Imprisons Woman."It shot straight to the top of the global headlines.Dr. Willow froze in place, staring wide-eyed at the newspaper in his hands. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.There, in the photo, was Maxwell being escorted away by police.







