As Vere approached the police officer who was in possession of the accident report, he experienced a mix of apprehension and emotions. "Mr. Police officer, I'm the husband of the victim," he replied.
"Are you serious?" the policeman retorted, appearing astonished. "Yes, sir," Vere answered. The policeman asked, "Which car?" "The yellow one," Vere said. "It belongs to Jefferson Cole, the owner of the yellow car."
That time the police officer was waiting for Veres' reply. “Oops, ahm, sorry, it's not. I thought it was my wife's car, as it seems the same.” Vere said. “Oh, I'm with you,” the police officer replied."Thank you,” Mr. Police Officer Vere said. “It's ok,” the police officer answered.
Vere stepped up to the car, which had suffered considerable front-end damage in the collision, to alleviate his mind. When he noticed that Mira's license plate number was different and that the two cars were not the same, his heart began to lift.
He pushed his pal James, who was also examining the accident scene, to "come on, let's go." James and Vere climbed into the car and left the scene of the collision.
Vere was concerned about Mira the entire time they were traveling. Vere whispered to himself, " I really Thank God that it wasn't her. " because I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."
Meanwhile, Vere retrieved his phone from his pocket and turned it on. "You know what, James? If that had been Mira, I wouldn't know. I turned off my phone."
Mr. Vere, why did you turn off your phone? James questioned. “Because, she's been contacting me a lot lately, " Vere said. “ For now I can't, and I won't because of everything she's done I need time to think about all this.”
Finally, Vere and James arrived at the hotel. Vere stepped out of the car, and he and James bid farewell to each other.
As days turned into weeks, Vere continued to avoid speaking to Mira and didn't respond to her text messages. However, after a week, Vere realized and decided to return to their mansion and face the situation. For the sake of their marriage and their future together.
He knew that it was time to have a heartfelt conversation with Mira, his beloved wife. The growing distance between them had become increasingly apparent, and Vere couldn't ignore the growing unease in their relationship any longer.
He knew Mira was waiting for him to come home, and maybe she was ready to discuss everything that had transpired. But an unexpected situation awaited.
Vere arrived at the mansion, and he was greeted by one of their household staff, Juanita, she informed Vere that Mira had been isolating herself in her room.
"Mr. Vere, thank you for coming. We've been worried about Mrs. Mira. She has been in her room for some time now, refusing to eat, and she's instructed us not to disturb her," Juanita explained.
"Alright, Juanita, thank you," Vere replied, his concern growing. He then proceeded to their room. Vere knocked on their bedroom door and gently entered. As he stepped into the room, he heard music playing softly from the bathroom. Vere knows that It was a habit of Mira's to have music playing while she soaked in the bath. At that moment, Vere decided not to interrupt her instead so he settled down on a couch beside their bed.
Vere had dozed off while waiting, and when he woke up, he realized that two hours had passed. It was time for lunch, and Mira still hadn't finished her bath. Vere became increasingly concerned.
He approached the bathroom and was shocked to find the water in the bathtub tinged with red, and Mira lifeless with a small knife in her hand. In a panic, Vere swiftly removed the knife from Mira's hand and carefully lifted her out of the bathtub. He immediately called Juanita to summon an ambulance.
In that fateful moment, Vere found himself unable to comprehend the tragic decision Mira had made. An ambulance, its siren wailing, swiftly arrived and rushed her to the hospital, Vere's car following closely in pursuit. At that moment, the atmosphere was fraught with tension, and anxiety hung in the air as the two vehicles sped toward the medical facility. However, upon their arrival at the hospital, Vere's world crumbled.
The medical team, with grave expressions, declared Mira "dead on arrival." As the doctor approached him, words hit Vere like a tidal wave, leaving him stunned and utterly devastated. The doctor gently spoke, "I'm deeply sorry, but there was nothing we could do. She had already passed when she arrived here." Vere's heart shattered at the news.
The tears flowed uncontrollably as he struggled to process the sudden and tragic loss of his beloved wife, as he never expected this would happen. Amidst the gut-wrenching sorrow, Vere knew he had to take on the painful responsibility of informing Mira's parents.
His trembling hands dialed the number for Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez, who were unaware of the heartbreaking news that was about to reach them.
Vere's voice quivered as he spoke into the phone, "Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez, it's Vere. I don't know how to say this, there's something happened to Mira, and Im sorry to say that she committed suicide. Mira... Mira didn't make it. She's gone."
That time Mr. Fuentez, his voice trembling with disbelief at what happened to his daughter, responded, "What? No, this can't be true Vere." Vere, tears streaming down his face, could hardly find the words as he confirmed, "I'm at the hospital right now.
The doctors have declared her dead on arrival. I can't believe it myself" Vere said." Mrs. Fuentez, on the other end of the line, began to weep uncontrollably, her world-shattering into a million pieces.
"Oh, dear God, no! Our daughter... Our Mira!" The profound grief enveloped them all, and Vere, amidst the chaos of the emergency room and the sobs of those who loved Mira, found himself struggling to come to terms with the tragic turn of events.
After a while, Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez arrived at the scene, their faces etched with concern. They rushed over to Vere and embraced him tightly. Their expressions were a mix of worry and curiosity, and they wasted no time in asking Vere what had transpired.
The Fuentez couple found it difficult to understand Vere's explanation as he began to describe what happened that fateful night. There was something about the way Vere told the tale that made them feel uneasy with doubt and suspicion, especially when Vere mentioned that he was in Mira's room at the time of the incident.
As Vere watched the couple's eyes becoming more uneasy, and when Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez mentioned starting an investigation, he felt as though the ground had shifted beneath him. The seriousness of the situation started to dawn on them. As Realizing that this was the only way to learn the truth and clear his name, Vere nodded and Agreed to their choice.
A day later, while Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez and Vere were resting on Mira's hill, a pair of police officers arrived at the scene. They exchanged words with the Fuentez couple, their expressions serious and professional.
Simultaneously, a police officer approached Vere, casting a shadow of apprehension over him. The officer's tone was stern and informed Vere that he was under arrest. Vere's eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, "Arrest? What for?"
Without a hint of sympathy, the police officer ushered Vere into the police car and transported him to the precinct. Once they arrived, the officer explained the grave situation to Vere. "The knife we found at the scene had your fingerprints all over it, Mr. Vere. And with your admission of being in Mira's room during the incident, things don't look good for you," the officer said, his gaze unwavering. "So for now You'll have to cooperate with the investigation to clear your name, but right now, you're a person of interest."
As Vere sat in the cold, dimly lit interrogation room, he realized the tangled web of events that had led him here. The truth seemed elusive, and he was now entangled in a mysterious and ominous situation that could change his life forever.
Vere had faith in the justice system, and he trusted that it would eventually reveal the innocence he knew to be true. His determination to clear his name and honor the memory of his wife fueled his resilience during this challenging and heart-wrenching period of his life.
It was a nightmarish situation for Vere, as he became the prime suspect in the investigation into his wife Mira's death. And now his confidant and trusted friend, James, was nowhere to be found, as he was only the hope for Vere, leaving him isolated and desperate. To make matters worse, Vere was unable to bid a final farewell to Mira, as Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez denied him that closure. All his efforts, all he had done for Mira and their envisioned family, had crumbled due to unforeseen issues in their marriage. It was a deeply distressing ordeal for Vere.It was the seventh day in the cell for Vere, who was informed by the police that he had a visitor. He was taken to a visitation room, where he saw Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez waiting for him. Vere greeted them out of respect as their son-in-law, but they ignored his greeting. "Mrs. Fuentez, how could you? After all that you've done for our daughter, we trusted you completely, but it turned into a mess," Mr. Fuentez lamented. "If you can re
As Vere stood in the dimly lit corridor of the prison, the echo of clanging doors still reverberating in his ears, he could not believe that this had become his reality. The outside world felt like a distant memory for him, and now he was thrust into this harsh and unforgiving environment.Vere observed the other inmates, each with their own stories and circumstances. As he found his place in this bleak setting, he couldn't help but wonder what had led him here. It was a story that he would come to share with a select few over time, a story that he couldn't forget.A fellow inmate approached Vere and introduced himself, looking at his face. "Hey, I'm Ted.""I'm Vere," he replied.Ted offered Vere some advice as they settled into their small, shared cell."I've been here for several years, and I know how the game goes inside this place, so you have to be vigilant," Ted said in a hushed tone. "Listen," he continued. "This place is rough, and you've got to watch your back. Keep your head
Days turned into weeks, and Vere had already adjusted to his life as an inmate. However, every day, he held onto the hope that a miracle would happen and that one day, James would surprise him, having overcome the coma from the accident. But he couldn't forget the events that had forever left a mark on his memory. One day, as Vere was taking a shower, he was unaware that danger was lurking nearby. Vere had thought that, after several days and weeks had passed, the conflicts would have subsided, but he was definitely mistaken, and that day would be his other day to be in trouble. Little did he know that some of his fellow inmates were still watching him closely, waiting for an opportunity to strike.After Vere had finished dressing and left the shower area, he was in for a shock. The same group that had been causing problems for him in the mess hall in the past few weeks had confronted him. Five imposing inmates surrounded him, their hostility palpable. Without warning, they seized h
On that fateful night, while Vere found himself in the dimly lit cell, he pondered whether he should accept the offer from Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez. It was the only remaining option for him to escape the confines of his prison, as there are no signs of James yet. After three long days of contemplation, Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez returned to visit Vere in his cell. Vere had been wrongfully accused of a crime he did not commit. Unforgettable nightmare that had shattered in his life, and he had spent countless nights behind those unforgiving bars, yearning for justice. The justice system had failed him, and he had lost faith in it. However, the Fuentez offer presented a ray of light in the abyss of despair, even though there is no assurance if that is a good decision to trust them, as they once sent Vere to prison, but for now, Vere doesn't have any other choice but to accept.As he was desperately wants to get out of the prison.At that moment, Vere decided not to beat around the bush, and he ac
Three days after that fateful night, it was quiet in the prison, and most inmates were fast asleep. However, a group of determined individuals, including Vere, Tony, Johnny, Ted, and four others, decided to carry out their escape plan. They cautiously began their endeavor by crawling through the ceiling, timing their movements between the rounds of the jail guards. They reached the end of the crawl space and, one by one, started their descent. After successfully reaching the ground, they proceeded to sneak past the prison walls, with Johnny leading the way. However, as they approached a section of the wall, Johnny accidentally slipped, causing a disturbance that alerted the guards. All of them were caught except for Vere, who managed to evade capture. The prison yard was illuminated by the rotating searchlights, but Vere slipped away, crawling through the muddy terrain behind the prison building. He made his way to a dense forest and was closely pursued by the prison guards. Vere r
After two hours of traveling, Vere finally arrived in town and immediately disembarked. He started walking towards the place where Alexa's friend, Anthony Blair, usually stayed. Anthony worked on one of the trucks that transported fruits and vegetables to the big city. After a fifteen-minute walk, He finally reached the large truck where they loaded the produce. Without further delay, she began asking the truck drivers. "Hello, sir. Do you know Anthony Blair?" Vere inquired. "Yeah, the third truck," one of the truck drivers replied. He quickly headed to the third truck and asked, "Hey, are you Anthony Blair?" Vere questioned. Anthony responded, "Yeah, how did you know me? So, we know each other." "From Alexa. He told me to find you here," Vere explained."Are you a relative of Alexa?" Anthony asked Vere. "No, just a friend," Vere replied. "There's no mobile phone signal in Alexa's place, but I'm glad I found where she lives." "Yeah it is! so whats your name? Anthony ask Vere." At
On that day, Vere found a glimmer of hope through Crystal. "Mr. Vere, do you know that the police are looking for you everywhere, and there are reports about you all over the news?" Crystal asked. "It would be better if you turned yourself in, and I could personally take you to the precinct," she urged. Vere hesitated momentarily before responding, "I'm asking for your understanding, Crystal. Please don't reveal my whereabouts to the police for now. Let me first make things right, gather evidence regarding my wife's death, and handle the issues with the company." Crystal, concerned and willing to listen, replied, "I understand that you're not a bad person, and perhaps it was just a coincidence that you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. I'll help you until you sort things out." As Vere embarked on his quest to clear his name and find the truth behind his wife's death, he and Crystal formed an unlikely alliance, determined to uncover the secrets that had brought them togethe
At that moment, Vere felt nervous as the police officer approached him. But he knew he had to remain calm rather than arouse suspicion. "Here's some water," the officer said as he handed Vere a bottle of water. "So, how long have you been homeless?" he inquired. "Oh well, I've been homeless for three years now," Vere replied. "Gotcha, Mr.," the officer said. "Anyway, this place is not safe for you. There will be danger around here, so don't stay too close to this area because anytime there might be shooting." "Okay, Mr. Police Officer, thanks for the water. Gotta go now," Vere said, nodding his appreciation, and he started to walk away. However, he was suddenly halted in his tracks as the officer called out to him again, "Hey, wait." Vere turned back to the officer, his heart racing. "Maybe you could do us a favor, and you'll be rewarded if you do," the officer said, taking out his cellphone and showing Vere a picture of him while he explained that the guy in the picture had escap
But before Vere took any steps outside, he abruptly halted. Hastily, he ascended to the mansion's second floor, entering his room to retrieve the gun. Swiftly returning to the screen where they observed the parked car near the mansion, Vere continued monitoring the situation."Mr. Wayne, hold off on using the gun, especially if you're not sure who these people near the mansion are," Ronnie advised, his tone conveying concern.Vere glanced at Ronnie, acknowledging his words. "Yes, Ronnie. Thank you. I'm just really cautious in these situations, given past experiences," Vere explained, his eyes reflecting a sense of vigilance.Ronnie, understanding Vere's heightened state, nodded in agreement. He empathized with Vere's wariness, comprehending why he was on high alert.As they continued observing the screen, Vere kept a watchful eye on the parked vehicle, his instincts on edge. The uncertainty and the possibility of a threat lingered in the air, intensifying Vere's vigilance and wariness
On that night, Vere drifted off while waiting for Olivia's text. The next morning, he was roused from slumber by the persistent ringing of his cell phone. Rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes, he answered with a hint of grogginess."Hey, Olivia, I was worried about you!" Vere started, concern evident in his voice."I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, oh, hahaha, Wayne, I mean," Olivia replied, her voice tinged with inebriation."Are you... drunk?" Vere inquired, noting the telltale signs in her speech."Yeah, friends invited me to a birthday party," Olivia explained.Without skipping a beat, Vere dove into the purpose of his call: "I need you to know about Mr. Smith. He's going to sell his company.""Seriously?" Olivia's tone shifted to seriousness."Yes, and that's why I've been trying to reach you," Vere continued. "I've decided to buy his company.""This is the happiest news I've heard from you!" Olivia exclaimed, her enthusiasm apparent. "So, okay, what are you waiting for? Grab it!"Vere felt
A few had boarded their respective vehicles and left. Vere waited a few minutes before driving towards the mansion. As he entered, he hurried to the CCTV screen to check and see who the visitors outside were. Despite scrutinizing the CCTV footage, the faces of the unfamiliar men didn't ring a bell. Vere was at a loss trying to identify these unexpected visitors loitering outside the mansion's gate.After reviewing the footage, Vere dialed Olivia. During their conversation, he mentioned the visitors, but Olivia denied knowing them, expressing her surprise at their unexpected arrival."Olivia, did you recognize those men in the video that I sent you?" Vere asked, concerned about lacing his voice."No, Mr. Wayne, I have no idea who they are. I wasn't expecting any visitors today or later as I am focusing on my business here in California," Olivia responded, her tone mirroring Vere's unease."This is puzzling. They didn't seem like delivery or service personnel," Vere pondered aloud, his
"You?" Crystal, Ronnie's visitor, exclaimed upon seeing Vere. Vere met her gaze and courteously greeted her, "Good afternoon, ma'am."Ronnie, taken aback by Crystal's arrival and the interaction between her and Vere, introduced them. "Ah, Crystal, this is Mr. Wayne, the one I told you about who saved me."Crystal's voice lowered as she acknowledged Vere, "Hello, Mr. Wayne. Nice to meet you for the second time around."Ronnie, slightly confused by their familiarity, inquired, "Oh, you know each other?"Vere nodded, maintaining his composure. "Yes, we've met before," he confirmed, careful not to reveal too much about their previous encounter.In that moment, despite sensing Crystal's apparent displeasure, Vere knew he had to remain composed, disregarding any impressions she might hold. Unbeknownst to them, the individuals they once knew were now in the presence of Vere, bearing a different face and name, yet still the same person.Vere felt a pang in his heart, realizing the company of
At that moment, when Vere turned to face Ronnie, he hugged him, stunned by the stark contrast in Ronnie's appearance from when he last saw him during rehab. Ronnie then invited Vere to his apartment. However, Vere kept his identity hidden due to his altered appearance."Mr. Wayne, thank you so much for saving my life." Ronnie expressed his gratitude.Vere glanced at Ronnie, smiling softly. "It's okay; don't thank me. I owe you a lot."Ronnie was taken aback and confused by Vere's words. "Owe? What do you mean?"Realizing his slip, Vere quickly recovered. "Uhmm, I meant you're welcome. Sorry, I remembered my friend; his name is the same as yours," he explained, smiling warmly at Ronnie."Ah, okay, hahaha," Ronnie chuckled, though a hint of curiosity lingered in his eyes.Despite Vere's attempt to redirect the conversation, Ronnie seemed intrigued by the slip-up. Nevertheless, they shared a light moment, both laughing at the easy camaraderie they shared.Later, as they conversed in Ronn
Vere shrugged off a seemingly misplaced call, attributing it to a simple dialing error. Ignoring whoever might have been trying to reach out, he resumed his slumber. The next morning, Vere woke up early, diving into his emails. Among them was a message from James. "Mr. Wayne, I am sorry to inform you that one of Mr. and Mrs. Fuentez's properties has been sold to the millionaire, Mr. Luke. We won't be reserving it for you due to an important reason, likely one you're already aware of, being Miss Olivia's assistant. You know that in the business world, it's all about give and take."Vere's brow furrowed as he absorbed the contents of the email. It seemed that a significant property deal had slipped through their grasp. The implications were clear, tying back to Miss Olivia's affairs. In the cutthroat realm of business, it appeared that personal connections often dictated the course of transactions.He pondered the intricate dance of favors and influence in the corporate landscape, where
Vere was astonished when he saw the woman get out of the car. "Crystal? Oh my, it's her," he whispered to himself, lowering his car window. "Hey, mister!" A woman's voice interrupted her thoughts. "You've blocked my way!"Realizing he had inadvertently obstructed the path to confront her from her driving she hit vere's car side but instead, Vere swiftly apologized, "I am sorry, Crystal. I didn't mean to." The woman was taken aback. "What? Did I hear right? How do you know me?" Vere was momentarily stunned, having forgotten that he now looked different, thus unrecognized by Crystal. He quickly diverted the conversation. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I gotta go." With a farewell, Vere left Crystal standing there, equally bewildered by the unexpected encounter.At that moment, Vere hurriedly drove off, leaving Crystal behind. The chance meeting had stirred a whirlwind of emotions in both of them. Vere's mind raced with memories of a past where he and Crystal were acquainted. However, time had chang
The next day, as Vere was busy reviewing business files in Olivia's mansion, he was interrupted by the doorbell. Vere quickly checked the CCTV to see who was at the door. When he saw a delivery truck parked outside, he went to the gate to talk to the delivery man. To his surprise, the package was from Olivia. After receiving the package, Vere went inside.The package was long and had some weight to it. Vere eagerly opened it, finding a small note from Olivia that read, "Wayne, this is the present that I promised. I know you will use it for our safety and protection." Vere was astonished as he unveiled a gun from the package. Holding the firearm in his hand, he murmured to himself, "Now, whoever tries to harm me or tarnish our reputation will have something to reckon with."Inside the package were two valuable firearms, a George Washington saddle pistol, and a Cabot Guns meteorite pistol. Vere couldn't believe his eyes. It was a moment of astonishment as he gazed at the stunning and hi
When Vere arrived at the mansion, Olivia greeted him with a question, as she was quite curious about his sudden return. "Mr. Wayne, have you come back already?" Olivia asked.To which Vere replied, "Yes, Olivia. I didn't expect to find Mr. Perry and Mr. James at one of your establishments, waiting for you."Confused by this revelation, Olivia inquired about the situation. "Oh, I don't care about this, Mr. Perry, but why do you hate Mr. James, Mr. Wayne?" she asked, her brow furrowing in puzzlement.Before answering Olivia's question, Vere sighed and then clarified, "That time, before I respond, let me tell you, I am Wayne. There's no 'Mr.' before it." He raised an eyebrow with a smile.Olivia couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, alright. My apologies, Wayne. Haha!""So, what happened?" Olivia added another question.Vere went on to explain that he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw them together, but when he confronted Mr. James, the latter mentioned that he worked for Mr. Perry as