THE LAST CASE (third chapter)

 

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CHAPTER 3

THE LAST CASE

Avery Johnson Mark, I am Henry’s wife. This is the poignant story of my husband, who was not only a great husband and a great father but also a remarkable entrepreneur and, undeniably, a clever thief. For nearly 15 years, he was deeply involved in robbery. Since the day I met him, I never stopped him from pursuing this dangerous path because I understood that he was doing it all for us, for our family. He often said, “I was born poor, but my child will die rich,” and I believed that, at long last, he had achieved that goal.

It was on the evening of September 24th that the last time he shared dinner with us, laughing and joking with our son, creating memories that I now cherish deeply. The very next day, however, he never returned home. Tragically, he died in an encounter, and it was Stephen Cavil who killed him. But what many do not realize is that the diamonds he pretended to steal were actually all fake. Those diamonds were being transported from the UK on a high-security cargo plane, and my husband was cleverly disguised as a security guard. It was a risky move, but he had executed it flawlessly. On September 23rd, my husband successfully stole those diamonds and staged the act to appear as if he was stealing them on September 25th.

What I still cannot comprehend is why he chose not to run away that day. On September 26th, while the whole world was celebrating the death of GT, even my son was filled with joy, but my heart was pounding heavily in my chest. My eyes were wet with tears, yet my throat felt parched, and my heart was crying silently while my mouth managed to smile. This is how a woman cries when her husband dies without any respect or dignity. I often wonder if it was my fault that I didn’t intervene when he was planning all these things 15 years ago. I regret not stopping him on September 23rd, when he was preparing to steal those diamonds, or even when he was heading to the museum on September 25th.

The world witnessed what they believed to be an encounter, but I saw it as a tragic suicide of a man burdened with regret and overwhelmed by the weight of his choices. Yet, I am confident that he has hidden those diamonds in a safe place. Come on, I don’t possess any diamonds; he never gifted me any, but he assured me that the diamonds would come to me automatically, as if they had a destiny intertwined with ours.

TO BE CONTINUED……

Narrator: The question remains, where are the diamonds?