Zar stood frozen, reying Charlotte’s parting words to his mind.
She had said, “Don’t ever do something like that again.”
meanshe still cared about him?
Did that m
She cared about whether he lived <b>or </b>died, She didn’t want him to throw his life away so easily.
A spark of hope lit up in Zac’s chest. His <b>eyes </b>turned red
He knew it. Charlotte wasn’t that heartless.
There was still hope.
The vi sean bought for Charlotte was a seaside mansion. It spanned <b>over </b>six hundred square meters,plete with arge swimming pool and <b>a </b>spacious backyard
From the swing in the garden, she could see the vast, clear blue ocean
The vi was fully furnished and equipped with all thetest appliances, all in the style she loved. It was clear Sean had put <b>a </b>lot of thought into it.
Charlotte directed the movers on where to ce her belongings.
She left all the fumiture and appliances from her old apartment behind, bringing only her personal items.
Once everything was set, she took a warm shower, then copsed onto <b>the </b>soft,fortable bed and fell into <b>a </b>deep, <b>peaceful </b>sleep.
– Eugene was womed. He thought Zac was having <b>a </b>serious mental brealulown
Zac kept lying to hamself, insisting that Charlotte still loved him.
Whenever Eugene visited, he would hear Zac talking to himself. But when he listened closely, he realized Zac was having full conversations with an imaginary
Charlotte<b>. </b>
Eugene gently parted Zac’s shoulder. “Dude, you’re scaring me.‘
But acdidn’t seem <b>to </b>hear him. He just kept chatting with his imaginary Charlotte, and he seemed genuinely happy doing it.
Even at mealtime, Zac would insist on setting out an extra set of utensils, saying it was for Charlotte.
Eger tried everything <b>to </b>convince Zac to see a therapist, but Zac stubbornly refused.
“<b>I’m </b>not <b>crazy</b><b>,</b>” Zac insisted.
n the end, Eugene and Ethat had no choice but to physically drag him to the hospital
therapist they <b>found </b>was a woman in her thirties named Dr. <b>Anna </b>Hill.
she had a <b>neat</b>, short haircut, calm, elegant demeanor, and <b>a </b>reputation <b>as </b>one of the most experienced therapists in Jersey City
One workday attemoon, just after her lunch break, Anna amived at the hospital as usual.
But she hadn’t even settled into her office when Zac <b>was </b>brought in, practically against his will.
Over the years, Auta had seen her share of troubled patients<b>, </b>but someone like Zac was <b>a </b>rare case.
was young, handsome and ealthy. By conventional standards, people like him weren’t supposed to <b>sutter </b>from heartbreak
Il anything, society expected the rich to <b>treat </b>
teat love <b>like </b><b>a </b>game. Their’s even a saying: “If you’re young, sessful, and driving a Bentley, love is just another game.
For somedor of Zat’s status<b>, </b>love <b>was </b>supposed to be insigadicant–aminor part of thepared to money, power, and reputation. But this young man was the exception
Lar was pesisting atters with everything he had.
me gol l’an not s?rk I want to leave!” Zac shouted, struggling against Eugene and Eit.
rubbed bertemples, feeling a headacheing on the lontediately recognized how serious this case was.
Not only was Zac suffering, but his condition serited severe
Stepping into her <b>role</b><b>, </b>she quickly began a calm, professional conversation with Zac
Gradually, Zac’s aggression eased<b>, </b>and be started responding to her questions.
Anna exined to him that his mental state was extremely dangerous
“Given your carent state<b>, </b>you’re at high risk of doing something extreme.”
Zac let out a bitterugh. “To be honest with you, I already <b>have</b>.”
Anna’s brows turrowed slightly.
“I tried to all myself a few days ago,” zac murmured, his <b>voice </b>t. “But Italled.”
As he spoke, he pushed up his sleeve, revealing a jagged scar on his left wrist
“This scar.” he whispered, “is proof of how mach loved her.”