Chapter 95

Vera’s entrance into the bleak interrogation room brought a glimmer of warmth and familiarity. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, mirroring the anguish that clouded her heart. I could sense her unwavering faith in me, even in the face of such damning accusations. She spoke, her voice trembling with a mix of sorrow and determination.

“I believe in you, darling,” she whispered, her words carrying the weight of her emotions. “I know deep in my heart that you didn’t kill Jax. Someone has orchestrated this twisted plot, framing you and shattering our lives in the process.”

Her unwavering support washed over me like a soothing balm, momentarily easing the burden of despair that had plagued my thoughts. I reached out, taking her delicate hand in mine, seeking solace in the connection we shared.

“I’m grateful for your belief in me, Vera,” I said, my voice laced with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. “But it seems the evidence against me is damning. Whoever orchestrated thi