Chapter 13 The familiar handwriting, stained with tear marks, appeared before Spencer's eyes so suddenly and unexpectedly. Spencer's hand trembled as he opened the remaining two diaries. Only then did he realize that the protagonist in all three diaries was himself. Since childhood, Hannah had carefully written down her affection for him in her diaries. Eighteen years, page after page, every line was about Spencer. Spencer's hands shook so much he could barely hold on, and he said in disbelief, "How is this possible? Wasn't she just acting, trying to climb up? What's with these diaries?" The three diaries, some old, some new, bore obvious traces of time-there was no way they could be faked. If Hannah had started writing diaries eighteen years ago just to put on an act, that would be far too much. Spencer kept flipping through the pages, trying to find some flaw in the middle. But there was none. A breeze from the window flipped the diary open, stopping at a page from nearly a year ago. "It was all an accident. How did things turn out like this? I never drugged Spency. Why does everyone say I did it? Even Spency doesn't believe me." "I'm pregnant. I thought Spency would be happy, but instead he suddenly got angry and said it was all part of my scheme. Why has Spency become like this? What will it take for him to believe me?" "I lost the baby. It's my fault. I still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking he would remember our past. My Spency is gone. He's not the man I love anymore. Maybe it's time to leave..." By the end, the tears had almost soaked through the paper. Spencer's trembling hand brushed over the handwriting, and scenes from the past flashed through his mind. He remembered Hannah lying in the hospital bed, begging him in pain, her eyes red with grievance and sorrow, her gaze empty and hopeless when she had lost all faith. So it turned out there had always been signs. Spencer clenched his fists and said with a trembling voice, "Hannah, is this all part of your plan too?" "You want me to believe you, so you made up these fake diaries on purpose, didn't you?" As he spoke, Spencer raised his hand, intending to tear the diaries to pieces. 0.0 % 09:17 But with his hand suspended in midair, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. In the end, Spencer simply turned and left without looking back, plunging into the night. Inside the bar. Spencer silently poured alcohol into his mouth. Three or four bottles were already empty in front of him, all strong liquor. The bartender couldn't help but advise him, "Sir, you've had too much to drink. Please take care of yourself." But Spencer acted as if he hadn't heard, forcing more alcohol down his throat in a self-destructive way. His stomach was weak; he shouldn't be drinking this much. Every sip of alcohol that went down his throat felt like a knife slicing through his throat and stomach. Waves of stabbing pain came from his stomach, but Spencer pretended not to notice. He drank more and more, his grip on the glass tightening until he finally smashed it hard onto the coffee table. Blood flowed down between his fingers, and the pain brought Spencer back to his senses a little. Ignoring the blood on his hand, he got up and left. As he passed a private room, he saw a few old friends he used to hang out with, now gathered together drinking. "Did you hear about Mr. Ruiz running away from his wedding?" "It's been trending for days. Who doesn't know? I really didn't expect it-Mr. Ruiz used to hate that Hannah, but now that she's dead, he's completely lost his mind." "Do you think Mr. Ruiz actually liked her?" The group chattered noisily. Spencer couldn't stand hearing them talk about Hannah and was about to go in and stop them. Suddenly, someone spoke up in fear, "If Mr. Ruiz really liked that girl, and he ever found out the truth about what happened a year ago, wouldn't he kill us?" Spencer froze in his tracks. What happened a year ago. A year ago, the only major event between him and Hannah was the drugging incident. The private room instantly fell silent. Someone spat and said, "Keep your mouths shut. If he finds out Hannah wasn't the one who drugged him, we're all done for!" In the minute-long silence that followed, it felt as if all the blood in Spencer's body had frozen. He thought of those diaries, and of Hannah's explanations from before. All he could hear in his mind were the words from those pages. 48.4 % 09:17 Unable to hold back any longer, Spencer's face darkened as he suddenly pushed open the door. 97.9 %