YM778.TV Chapter 2
I looked around in panic. This wasn’t the time to feel giddy about receiving public attention. Where are the security guards?
“Security!!!” I shouted loudly demanding for security to come and guard me.
These reporters are getting more aggressive as they surrounded me. For a moment, it felt like they were going to swallow me up like a tsunami wave crashing onto the shore. This is insane. A few security guards were coming my way now along with them were a few men dressed in police uniform. The police is here? Why are they here?
I had nothing but questions in my mind and none of them were getting answered. Soon, the guards were in front of me and helping to push the reporters and the paparazzies back. At the same time the policemen approached me and that was when I knew that something serious must have happened. The policemen had very sterned and grim looks on their faces.
“Mrs. Westford?” a police officer said questioningly.
“Yes. How can I help you?” I asked innocently.
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“We’ll escort you up to your room and we’ll have a talk there,” one of the policemen replied sternly as his eyes darted to the reporters around us.
Right, it’s not suitable to discuss things here in front of the press. He was right, we should head up to my place. The policemen motioned for me to go ahead of him, and I nodded politely to him before walking gracefully ahead. The guards kept the crowd parted to create a path for me to walk to the entrance of the building.
The policemen followed after me and we took the private elevator up to the penthouse of the building together. My husband and I lived in the penthouse suite of the building together since we got married around two years ago. I glanced down at my mobile phone and saw that there was no call nor message from my husband. With all this ruckus going on, I wondered why he didn’t let me know in advance. I could have avoided that whole mess down there if he had just let me know.
I sighed loudly before rolling my eyes upwards. What did I expect? Our relationship had been as good as dead for a long time now.
“Is my husband home? Have you met him?” I asked.
“Let’s talk when we’re inside, Mrs. Westford” the police replied softly.
“Ok...” I said with a smile.
Once the elevator opened, I led the policemen to the front door of my home. To my utmost surprise, the front door was already open wide and there were many people dressed head to toe in those white astronaut suits that you saw on detective and crime movies at the crime scene.
Wait...the crime scene?!
“What is going on?!” I demanded in a panic as I turned around to face the policemen.
“Calm down, Mrs. Westford. I’m sorry that I have to break it to you like this, but we do have many questions to ask you. Mr. Westford, your husband, has passed away,” the police informed me in a regrettable tone.
“He...what?” I said in pure disbelief.
“Your husband committed suicide, Madame. Sadly, he has passed away...” the police officer said before his lips tightened into a thin line.
Suddenly, my head was spinning, and I felt extremely sick. I placed a hand over my mouth, and I felt like I was going to throw up on my empty stomach.
“That’s not...possible...” I managed to say as I struggled to breathe.
Seeing that it was hard for me to remain on my feet, the police led me to a chair before they waited for me to compose myself. Once they deemed that I seemed calm enough to talk, the police officers began asking me questions about George. By that time, my mind was in so much shock that it had begun blocking out my own emotions. I replied to the police’s questions monotonously as I prayed that everything would be over soon.
“Thank you, Madame. That will be it for today. We’ll contact you if we require your assistance,” the police said with a satisfied nod.
“What will happen next?” I asked in a shaky voice.
“This case appears like suicide but because it is also a very high-profile case, we will conduct some investigations to ensure that it really was suicide,” the police replied evenly.
“I see...” I whispered.
“Until then, I suggest that you calm down and try to rest,” the police suggested.
“...thank you,” I replied softly.
The policemen thanked me before they took their leave. The other officers were still working to secure the scene. Honestly, I couldn’t bear to be in there any longer. Since the whole apartment was sealed off now, I couldn’t get any clothes or anything else that I needed. It wasn’t like I was in the mood to do anything. My head hurts and my body felt numb from shock. My lips quivered as I headed on shaky legs out of the penthouse suite.
Where should I go now? Does our lawyer know about this yet?
So many things were going through my head, and it felt like my head was about to explode into million pieces. Since I couldn’t sleep in the penthouse anymore and not that I had the courage to. I mean, George just took his own life in there. I didn’t see any signs of this coming. He’s supposed to be one of the happiness men on earth. He has it all: Fame, money, a beautiful wife...yes, that was me. What more could he possibly want? Is this even really happening?
Unable to believe any of this, I raised my hand up and slapped my own cheek.
Shit! That hurt like crazy!
Without a better option, I decided to return back to my parents’ house to stay there for the night. It has been a while since I’ve visited them, but they are undoubtedly doing well. Of course they are, given the amount of money that George pays them on a monthly basis just so he could keep me as his wife. I sighed loudly as I wondered what is going to happen to my life now that he is gone.
–To be continued...