Where did we go wrong?

"Ms. Viola Miller, a mid-twenties woman, who tried to murder Senator Ceasar Kelly, and Nicholas Anderson, was finally caught by the police last night. The detectives continue the investigation about the attempting murder case of Viola Miller to the said victims."

News spread all over the country, which grabs the attention of the citizen, including the family of the victims. Reporters from different entertainment started to gather outside the police station. They are holding their cameras and microphones in their hands, waiting for Viola to arrive together with the police.

My men and I already arrived from the distance and watched the whole scene inside the car. I cannot stop myself feeling uneasy and anxious deep inside of me. My heart wants to see her as soon as possible.

When the black van and two police cars finally arrive at the station, reporters quickly encircle them and ask too many questions. They forcibly pull their microphone towards the detectives and impatiently queries to them.

"Sir, did Ms. Miller give her statement?"

"What is the new update of this case?"

"Did Ms. Miller confess that she is guilty of attempting to murder Mr. Kelly?"

Reporters want the detectives to answer their biased questions. They know that this case will be a hot topic for the citizen.

However, the officials refuse to answer their questions. Instead, they push them away to clear the path. When the black van's door opens, a woman expectedly gets off while wearing a handcuff in her wrists. Reporters keep on flashing their cameras on her, capturing every angle of her.

When I am about to get off the car, my secretary, Steve, immediately grips my hand, trying to stop me. "It's better for you not to interfere. You only let the situation worse." He stares at me with a stern look. I clench my hands into a fist and grin my jaw in frustration. I turn my head to face outside the window and continue watching them.

"Ms. Miller, can you give a short message for Kelly's family."

"What is the main reason behind the crime you did, Ms. Miller?"

"Do you have an accomplice in attempting to murder Sen. Kelly and Mr. Anderson's son, Nicholas Anderson?"

Their eyes can't stop glaring at her with an unrelenting look. Reported wanted her to confess in front of the cameras and pointed her as the suspect.

But, Viola is unfazed by their prejudice. She impassively holds her head high and continues walking in the cleared path. She only treats the reporters like a thin of air and seems like she already prepared herself for the worse.

Unexpectedly, someone throws eggs at her head and body, which causes her to halt. "I hope you rot in jail! You traitor!" A man bellows and continues cursing to Viola. "You deserve this, bitch! I hope you die miserably!" Someone added.

A group of activists raised their voices and held the poster in their hands. I can see the rage and loathing clearly within their eyes. No one tries to stop them, even the police. Instead, they only watch her molested by the activists.

People who witness the scene looked satisfied. They thought that Viola deserves to be humiliated like that in front of the people. However, Viola stares at them and gives them a scornful smirk. She seems unbothered by their exploit.

When my driver takes a glimpse at me in the rear-view mirror, I nod at him. He immediately grabs his phone and contacts someone. "Now!"

Steve looked at us to figure out our intention. My men immediately get off from the car and walk faster towards Viola's direction. They initiatively encircle Viola and protect her from those people who molested her brutally.

"I see, so this is your plan," Steve said calmly.

The reporters looked confused and started to muttering around as my men accompanied Viola towards the building. The Activists also stopped mocking and abusing her. They couldn't guess who they are or who ordered them to protect her. They only know that the person behind it is not an ordinary man.

I lean my head on the chair and sigh loudly to relax my body. It's been days since the last time I saw her. I still don't know what happened at the time when she met Mr. Kelly and Nicholas. The pieces of evidence which the police found in the crime scene were pointing Viola as the suspect.

Nevertheless, I believe that she didn't attempt to kill them. I know that she doesn't have any grudges against Mr. Kelly and my best friend, Nicholas.

Right now, I am still trying to find pieces of evidence that perhaps can prove her innocence. I need to finish this case as soon as possible.

Besides, I already missed her. I want to touch her, to hold her and kiss her until we run out of breath. In my mind, there's only one option that I need to do to find some clue about this case.

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In complete isolation and a soundproof room where there are only two chairs and one desk in the center, the detectives are currently monitoring us behind those mirrors using the cameras in every corner of the room.

I sit down one of the chairs and expect for Viola's arrival. As she strides inside the room, she immediately lowers her eyes to avoid eye contact with me.

"I didn't expect you to come here," She sits down across me and gazes down on the floor. "Viola, how are you? Did the detectives treat you well? Don't worry about Alex. He is currently staying at my house. By the w-"

"I-I tried to k-kill him."

I cut off my words when she suddenly mumbles something unclear. "Did you what?" I asked, knitting my brows in confusion.

"Everything is true, Henry. I-I tried to k-kill Mr. Kelly and Nick. I am guilty of all charges." Her voice becomes unsettled and dry. I couldn't utter any word. I continue to stare at her and process every word she said.

Suddenly, Viola's mood changed. She quickly sniggers wholeheartedly, which echoes within the room. "Is that what you want to hear? To confess that I am guilty." She scoffs and contemptuously frowns at the mirror, where the detectives were currently watching us.

"Viola," I say and stare at her to warn her not to do anything reckless. Viola moves her eyes to me and chuckles wickedly. Seeing her acting like that made me realized that she changed.

Do I still know her?

A question suddenly popped up in my deep thought as I kept staring at her dead eyes. Within those eyes of her, I can see emptiness and anguished. I clench my hands into a fist to hide my emotion deep inside of me.

Viola stands up and walks closer towards the mirror. She gently knocks on the door with a scornful face. "You let him come here for me to confess. It makes me want to give you a round of applause." She smugly taunts the detectives and applauds them with a derisive smile.

"Viola, you should stop now." I hiss and immediately stand up to stop her from provoking the detectives.

"Why would I?" She exclaims, turning around to face me. "You also came here to know the truth, right? You are the same as them, Henry. Honestly, seeing you here makes me only feel more disappointed with you."

Viola titters hysterically, all of a sudden and walks closer to me. I couldn't utter a single word to her as she kept acting insane in front of me. She really made me feel speechless.

"To be honest, I've been loathing you for a long time. I wish I never met you eight years ago. It was one of my fucking mistakes. So, you better fuck off of this damn case. We don't have any relationship with each other. It is already in the fucking past." She says with a cold voice. Her fierce pale blue eyes continued glaring at me.

A detective comes inside the room and looks at us with a dull and impassive face. "Its time. You should go back to your cell."

Viola immediately went outside the investigating room without any hesitation. She didn't even take a glimpse at me. I only stand in front of the mirror and feel so numb.

Anger poured through my mind as I kept thinking of what she said to me, which makes me feel suffocated. I clench my hand tightly and punch it to the mirror with all my might. It causes the mirror to crack without crumbling into pieces.

I could feel blood gushing out from my wounds in my hand, but I didn't care about it. Besides, it doesn't hurt at all. All I can think of are what Viola said to me. It was just like daggers brutally piercing through my heart.

There are too many words I want her to hear and things she needs to know, but I couldn't tell her earlier.

You said that our first met was the most unexpected yet beautiful moment that happened in your life. And I always believe it until now. How can you said that it was just our past when I keep cherishing it in my entire life. Everything was perfect back then, but,

Where did we go wrong?

It is a question that even I cannot answer. I only shut my eyes close and recall that day where we first met.