Spencer's Side Story:
My name is Spencer.
The woman I claimed to love the most had been gone for two years.

But I wasn't worthy of saying love.
I'd lived in lies, refused to believe her, and broke her trust. Someone like me had no right to speak of love.
Every time I lit a candle for her, the flame went out before it could burn. I was sure it was her way of telling me she hadn't forgiven me.
The kidney she gave me had started failing, but it didn't matter. She should've taken it back.
My company? Gone. Swallowed up completely. The trade secrets I guarded so carefully were leaked to competitors.
It was Clara. I'd caught her in my office once, but honestly? I didn't care. She'd always cared about Maya more than I ever did.

I ended up in a tiny, run-down room—barely ten square meters—in the worst part of town. I had no money, not even enough for the medication to keep my kidney functioning.
Then, one day, the ache got worse.
A drunk stumbled into my room. I should've thrown him out, but I didn't. Turned out he wasn't just drunk—he was sick, twisted.
When he zipped up his pants, my lower body was a wreck. The pain was unbearable, like I'd been ripped apart.

So this is what it felt like to be violated, huh, Maya? All the pain you endured.
I reached for the letter Clara had thrown at me during Maya's funeral, but the drunk came out of the bathroom, grabbed it, and tore it apart.
Rage boiled over. I crawled toward him and sank my teeth into his leg.
He screamed and started beating me.
Through the haze of blood and agony, I thought I saw her—Maya, standing there in a white dress.
Suddenly, the pain was gone, and I reached for her.
"Maya, are you here to take me? Have you forgiven me?"
She just smiled, shook her head, and shoved me.
I was thrown into a suffocating void, swallowed by darkness. Lies, deceit, and pain surrounded me.
But no Maya.