Delivery Worker K!lled Wife After Catching Her Cheating With 2 Men At Motel

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He believed in those promises.

As he approached the house, Adrian saw that the lights were on in the windows.

Maria’s car was parked in the driveway.

He parked nearby and got out.

A thought flashed through his mind to go in quietly, hug his wife from behind, kiss her neck, to give her a little surprise after a hard day.

Adrian carefully opened the front door and entered the hallway.

The house was quiet, only muffled voices coming from the kitchen.

Women’s voices.

Maria was talking to someone on the phone or there was a guest in the house.

Adrian was about to call out to his wife, but something made him stop.

He recognized the second voice.

It was Keana Wallace, Maria’s friend, whom they had been friends with since school.

“Keana, I’m serious, I can’t take it anymore.

” Maria said.

Her voice sounded tired and irritated.

“I’m 31 years old and I feel like an old woman next to him.

” Adrian froze at the door.

His heart began to beat faster.

“He’s so boring.

God, he’s incredibly boring.

” Maria continued.

“Every day is the same.

He comes home from work, sits down in front of the TV and falls asleep on the couch.

We never go anywhere.

He earns peanuts and I have to think all the time about how to make ends meet.

And in bed, Keana, there’s nothing there at all.

He doesn’t even try.

” >> >> Adrian felt a chill run down his spine.

He stood in the dark hallway and listened as the wife he loved tore him to pieces.

“Do you love him?” Keana asked.

“I don’t know.

” Maria paused.

“Maybe I did once, but now now I’m just tired.

And you know, I’ve decided I’m not going to limit myself anymore.

” “What do you mean?” Keana’s voice sounded interested.

“I have several men.

” >> >> Maria laughed quietly, almost contentedly.

“Nothing serious, just for fun.

One works as a manager, the other trains at the gym.

We meet sometimes.

I don’t want romance, I just need to feel alive.

Do you understand?” Adrian leaned against the wall.

His legs felt like cotton wool.

“And how is it?” Keana asked.

“Do you like it?” “Very much.

” Maria’s voice sounded animated.

“It’s like an adventure.

We meet in hotels, sometimes just in a car somewhere outside the city.

I like unusual places.

It adds excitement.

And they don’t ask questions, they don’t demand anything.

” “Maria, you’re just beautiful.

” Keana laughed.

“Does Adrian know?” “Of course not.

He doesn’t notice anything.

He doesn’t notice anything except his packages and the TV.

Sometimes I think he doesn’t even think about whether I’m happy or not.

” “What are you going to do next? Get a divorce? Yet?” “I don’t know.

” Maria sighed.

“Maybe.

But for now, I’m comfortable this way.

I have a home, stability, and at the same time I can do what I want.

Adrian has no idea.

And that suits me.

I don’t know how long it will last, but I’m definitely not going to give up my lovers.

I’m happy with them.

I need this.

” “You have a right to happiness, my friend.

” Keana said softly.

“If Adrian can’t satisfy you, that’s his problem.

You’re a young, beautiful woman.

You deserve better.

” “Thank you for understanding.

” Maria laughed again.

“I needed someone to talk to about this.

Sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy in this house.

” Adrian turned around and left the house silently.

His hands were shaking as he got into the car.

He started the engine and drove off, not knowing where to go.

His head was filled with noise, deafening and oppressive.

His thoughts were jumbled, his wife’s words echoing over and over again.

He stopped at a bar on the outskirts of the neighborhood.

The place was cheap and gloomy, with dim lighting and the smell of spilled beer.

Adrian ordered a whiskey >> >> and drank it in one gulp.

Then another.

And another.

The bartender, an elderly man with a gray beard, poured silently, asking no questions.

Adrian sat in the corner staring at the empty wall.

The alcohol dulled the pain, but it didn’t take it away completely.

He felt crushed, destroyed.

Everything he believed in had collapsed in a matter of minutes.

At around 11:00 in the evening, Adrian left the bar, barely able to stand.

He made it home, but didn’t have the strength to go inside.

Instead, he opened the garage, got into his car, and reclined the seat.

His consciousness drifted, and after a few minutes he fell into a heavy drunken sleep.

Adrian woke up to a knock on the window.

The sun was blinding and his head was splitting.

He opened his eyes and saw Maria’s worried face.

“Adrian, my god, you scared me.

” She threw open the car door.

“What happened? Why were you sleeping in the garage?” He looked at her silently.

Maria looked worried, almost frightened.

Her hair was tousled and she was wearing a robe.

“I stayed at Colton’s.

” Adrian muttered, getting out of the car.

“We had a few drinks.

I didn’t want to wake you up.

” “You could have at least texted me.

” Maria took his hand.

“I thought something had happened to you.

Come on, I’ll make you breakfast.

You look terrible.

” She led him into the house.

The kitchen smelled of coffee and scrambled eggs.

Maria bustled around him, setting the table, pouring juice, asking how he was feeling.

She was as caring as ever.

It was as if yesterday’s conversation had never happened.

As if all those words about her boring husband, her lovers, sex in cars, none of it had ever existed.

Adrian sat at the table and looked at her.

Maria smiled, stroked his shoulder, and said something about plans for the weekend.

Her voice was soft and gentle.

And Adrian realized that he didn’t know this woman at all.

He had lived with her for 8 years and knew nothing.

He remained silent and ate eggs, which seemed tasteless.

Maria continued to talk, but he no longer heard her words.

His head was empty, cold, and numb.

The next morning, Adrian arrived at work earlier than usual.

He had hardly slept, tossing and turning all night, trying to make sense of what he had heard.

Maria was sleeping peacefully and serenely beside him, >> >> and that was the most unbearable thing.

She was sleeping as if nothing had happened, as if she had not destroyed their marriage with her words.

The FedEx warehouse greeted him with the usual noise of forklifts and the clanging of metal doors.

Adrian silently began loading the van, moving mechanically.

His hands did the familiar work, but his head was completely empty.

>> >> “Hey, buddy.

” Colton Reeves appeared next to him with a box in his hands.

“You look like you’ve been hit by a truck.

” “What happened?” Adrian looked at his friend.

Colton had worked side by side with him for the past 4 years.

They had lunch together, sometimes had a drink on Fridays, discussed work and life.

If there was one person Adrian could trust, it was Colton.

“I need to talk to you.

” Adrian said quietly.

“After the shift.

>> >> It’s important.

” Colton frowned, studying his friend’s face.

“Okay.

Meet me at the diner on Madison Street.

It’ll be quiet there.

” The work day dragged on endlessly.

>> >> Adrian delivered packages, talked to customers, filled out paperwork, but he did it all on autopilot.

The same thoughts kept running through his head.

How could she? Why did she do it? How long has this been going on? He tried to remember any signs, hints, or oddities in Maria’s behavior, but nothing came to mind.

She was the same as always, caring, attentive, loving.

No, not loving.

Pretending to be loving.

At 6:00 in the evening, Adrian parked near a small diner on the outskirts of town.

Colton was already waiting for him at a table by the window, two cups of coffee in front of him.

“Sit down.

” Colton nodded to the chair opposite him.

“Tell me, what happened?” Adrian sat down and wrapped his arms around his head.

He was silent for a few seconds, searching for words.

Then he began to speak.

Slowly, stammering, he told him everything.

How he had come home.

How he had wanted to surprise her.

How he had overheard Maria talking to her friend.

How she had said that he was boring, that he didn’t earn enough, that he was useless in bed.

How she had talked about her lovers, about sex in hotels and cars, about how she liked unusual places.

Colton listened silently, his face gradually turning to stone.

“My God, Adrian.

” He exhaled when his friend finished.

“I don’t know what to say.

That’s That’s cruel.

” “I don’t understand.

” Adrian rubbed his face with his hands.

“I thought everything was fine between us.

I work, I try.

Yes, the money is tight, but we’re not starving.

I never cheated on her.

Never raised a hand to her.

Why did she do this? Because she’s selfish.

” Colton said harshly.

“Adrian, listen to me.

It’s not your fault.

>> >> If she had problems with the marriage, she should have talked to you, not run off with other men.

She betrayed you.

It was her choice, her decision, and you can’t blame yourself for it.

” Adrian nodded, but his friend’s words brought no relief.

The pain was too strong, too deep.

“What should I do?” he asked quietly.

Colton leaned forward, looking him straight in the eye.

“Listen to me carefully.

>> >> Right now, you’re angry, you’re hurt, and that’s normal.

But you mustn’t do anything stupid, understand? No impulsive decisions, no confrontation.

You need to act wisely.

” “How wisely?” Adrian felt anger boiling up inside him.

“She’s cheating on me, and I’m supposed to keep quiet?” “No.

Don’t keep quiet.

” Colton shook his head.

“But you have to do it right.

First, gather evidence.

Follow her, catch her in the act, then find a lawyer and file for divorce, civilly, according to the law.

If you have evidence, she won’t get anything in the division of property.

But if you lose your temper, make a scene, attack her or her lovers, you’ll only hurt yourself.

Understand?” Adrian was silent, digesting his friend’s words.

His mind told him that Colton was right.

He needed to act calmly and collectedly.

He couldn’t let his emotions get the better of him.

“You’re right.

” he said finally.

“I won’t do anything stupid.

I’ll gather evidence and file for divorce.

Everything will be done according to the law.

” “That’s right.

” Colton put his hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll be there for you, buddy.

If you need help, call me anytime.

You’re not alone in this.

” They sat in the diner for another hour, hardly speaking.

Colton ordered sandwiches for them, but Adrian hardly touched his food.

He had no appetite.

There was only a heavy, oppressive feeling in his chest that wouldn’t go away.

When they went outside, Colton put his arm around his shoulders again.

“Hang in there, brother.

Everything will be fine.

Just don’t do anything rash.

” “I won’t.

” Adrian promised.

The next few days were pure torture for Adrian.

He continued to live in the same house with Maria, pretending that everything was normal.

But inside, he was burning up.

Every touch, every smile, every kind word seemed like a lie.

He looked at her and saw a stranger.

Maria didn’t notice anything.

She continued to play the role of a loving wife.

She made breakfast, asked how his day had gone, hugged him before bed.

And every time she touched him, Adrian tensed up, but held back.

He remembered Colton’s words.

“Don’t do anything stupid.

Act sensibly.

” In the evenings, when Maria took a shower or watched TV, Adrian researched divorce on the internet.

He read forums, looked for lawyer’s contact details, and found out what evidence was needed for court.

Infidelity was grounds for divorce without division of property, but facts were needed.

Photos, videos, testimonies, something concrete.

On the third day after talking to Colton, Maria said at dinner, “Adrian, I’m staying at Keanna’s on Saturday.

The girls and I are planning to watch movies and drink wine.

Do you mind?” Adrian looked up from his plate.

>> >> His heart sank.

He knew it was a lie.

Keanna was just a cover.

Maria was going to one of her lovers.

“Of course I don’t mind.

” he said in an even voice.

“Have fun.

” “Thanks, honey.

” Maria smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

“You’re the best.

” On Saturday, Adrian woke up with a heavy feeling in his stomach.

He spent the whole day tense, waiting for the evening to come.

Maria bustled around the house, packing her bag, saying something about what movies they would watch.

Adrian nodded, pretending to listen.

At 7:00 in the evening, Maria left the house.

Adrian waited 5 minutes, then got into his car and followed her.

His heart was beating so hard that he could hear it pounding in his ears.

His hands on the steering wheel were damp with sweat.

Maria drove confidently, without looking back.

She had no idea she was being followed.

Adrian kept his distance, trying not to attract attention.

They drove through the entire neighborhood, then turned onto a neighboring street.

Maria stopped near a small, two-story house with a neat lawn.

Adrian slowed down at the corner and turned off the engine.

He saw Maria get out of the car, fix her hair, and head for the front door.

She didn’t even knock.

The door opened immediately, as if someone was waiting for her.

A man appeared in the doorway.

>> >> He was tall, well-dressed, dark-skinned, about 38 years old.

He smiled, hugged Maria, and pulled her inside.

The door closed.

Adrian sat in the car and stared at the house.

Inside, he was boiling with a mixture of anger, pain, and humiliation.

He wanted to jump out of the car, burst into the house, grab the man by the throat, and demand answers.

But Colton’s voice rang in his head.

“Don’t do anything stupid.

Act sensibly.

” He started the car and drove away.

Adrian didn’t remember how he got to Colton’s house.

He just drove without thinking about the route, and suddenly found himself on a familiar street.

Colton lived in a small, one-story house on the outskirts of town, alone, since his divorce 3 years ago.

Adrian parked and rang the doorbell.

Colton opened the door a few seconds later, wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt.

“Adrian?” He immediately sensed that something was wrong.

“Come in.

” It was warm and quiet inside.

Colton sat his friend down on the sofa and took a bottle of whiskey out of the cupboard.

“Tell me.

” he said, pouring two glasses.

Adrian told him.

About how Maria said she was going to a friend’s house.

About how he followed her.

About the house.

About the man who met her at the door.

About how they hugged.

“I saw him, Colton.

” Adrian drank the whiskey in one gulp, feeling the liquid burn his throat.

I saw her go in with him, and I realized it was all true.

Everything she told her friend, all those lovers, all that sex.

It’s not just words.

>> >> It’s reality.

Colton was silent, staring into his glass.

Javon Price, he said finally.

What? Adrian didn’t understand.

The man you saw, his name is Javon Price.

I know that house.

>> >> He works as a sales manager for the company that supplies our packaging.

I’ve met him a couple of times through work.

Nice guy, dresses well, makes good money.

Colton shook his head.

I would never have thought he was connected to Maria.

Adrian felt a wave of anger rising in his chest again.

A sales manager, earns good money.

Of course.

Because I, a courier who delivers packages, am not good enough.

Adrian, it’s not about money, Colton said firmly.

It’s about your wife being a liar and a cheater.

You could be a millionaire, and she’d still find a reason to cheat on you, because the problem is her, not you.

Maybe, Adrian poured himself another whiskey.

But that doesn’t make it any easier.

They drank in silence.

Colton turned on the TV, but the sound was muted.

Some kind of action movie was playing on the screen, but Adrian wasn’t following the plot.

He just sat and drank, trying to drown out the pain.

Stay here tonight, Colton said around midnight.

I have a guest room.

You shouldn’t drive home right now.

Thanks, Adrian nodded.

I don’t want to see her when she comes back.

I understand.

Colton stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

We’ll go to work together tomorrow morning.

Then you’ll find a lawyer and start divorce proceedings, okay? Okay.

Adrian agreed.

He lay down on the narrow bed in the guest room, but sleep eluded him.

His head was spinning from the alcohol, but his thoughts were clear and sharp.

He thought about Maria, about how she was lying in bed with that Javon Price right now, about how they were having sex, laughing, saying things to each other.

Maybe she was telling him about her boring husband who couldn’t do anything.

Adrian closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

He wouldn’t do anything stupid.

He would act sensibly.

He would gather evidence, file for divorce, and start a new life >> >> without Maria, without pain, without humiliation.

But his chest still burned, and Adrian wasn’t sure he could hold back for long.

The next morning, they ate breakfast in silence.

Colton made coffee and fried eggs, but Adrian again ate almost nothing.

He felt empty.

Are you okay? Colton asked, watching his friend.

>> >> Yes, Adrian lied.

Just tired.

Listen, Colton put down his fork and looked him in the eyes.

I know this is hard for you right now, but you have to hang in there.

Don’t let this situation break you.

You’re stronger than you think.

Adrian nodded, but he wasn’t sure.

He didn’t feel strong.

He felt crushed.

They were silent on the way to work.

Colton turned on the radio, and soft music played in the car.

Adrian stared out the window, watching the houses, cars, and people pass by.

They all seemed so distant, so foreign.

Remember, Colton said as they pulled up to the warehouse, tonight you go home, pack your things, and tell Maria you’re leaving.

No explanations, no arguments, just leave and file for divorce.

Agreed? Agreed, Adrian said.

But inside, he felt something completely different.

A feeling he couldn’t name.

Something dark, heavy, ready to burst out at any moment.

Monday morning was cold.

Adrian spent the weekend in a heavy stupor, watching Maria behave as if nothing had happened.

She made breakfast, watched TV series, talked about her plans for the coming week.

On Saturday evening, they even made love.

Maria initiated it herself.

She was affectionate and passionate.

Adrian lay in the dark afterwards, thinking that just a few hours ago, she had been in bed with another man.

The thought burned inside him.

>> >> At half past five in the morning, the phone rang.

It was Colton.

I’ll pick you up in 20 minutes, he said without greeting him.

Be ready.

Adrian got dressed in silence.

Maria was still asleep, sprawled across the bed.

He looked at her one last time, at her tousled hair, her slightly open mouth, her arm hanging off the edge of the mattress.

She looked vulnerable, but Adrian knew the truth.

Colton arrived on time.

Adrian got into the car, and they drove toward the warehouse.

They drove in silence for several minutes.

Then Colton spoke.

Listen, I’ve been thinking about your situation all night.

You can’t go on living like this.

It’s killing you.

I know, Adrian replied quietly.

Tonight you go home, pack your things, and tell her it’s over.

Colton continued, keeping his eyes on the road.

No need to explain why.

No need to argue.

Just say you want a divorce.

Tomorrow morning, go see a lawyer.

I know a good one who can help you.

You have information about her lover, the address of that house.

That will be enough to start with.

Adrian nodded.

The plan sounded reasonable.

Cold, but reasonable.

You’re right.

I’ll end it all today.

That’s right.

Colton glanced at him quickly.

Hang in there, brother.

The hardest part is almost over.

They pulled up to the warehouse.

The work day began as usual.

Gray skies, the smell of exhaust fumes, the roar of forklifts.

Adrian got out of the car and headed for his van.

But he hadn’t taken 10 steps when he heard a familiar voice.

Here comes our little nobody.

Good morning, trash.

Lionel Bryan stood at the warehouse entrance, holding a tablet in his hands.

His face wore its usual smirk.

Adrian froze.

Usually, he would just walk by, ignoring the provocations.

But today, something inside him stirred.

Good morning, Mr.

Bryan, he replied evenly and headed for the van.

But Bryan had no intention of stopping.

>> >> He followed him, raising his voice.

Hey, I’m talking to you, piece of Or are you completely deaf? Think you can just ignore me? Adrian kept walking.

His hands clenched into fists, but he forced himself to breathe evenly.

Just a few more hours.

Just a few more hours, and he’d be gone from here forever.

Look at me when I’m talking to you.

Bryan caught up with him and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around.

Are you out of your mind, Vega? You think you can act however you want? Adrian looked him in the eye.

Bryan was a head taller, bigger, stronger.

His face was red with anger, a vein bulging on his forehead.

And in that moment, Adrian saw his whole life in him.

Humiliation, >> >> powerlessness, the pain he swallowed every day.

Let me go, he said quietly.

Or what? Bryan pushed him in the chest.

What are you going to do, you nobody? Complain to someone? Cry? Are you a man or a wimp? Something clicked inside Adrian.

He didn’t even have time to think.

His body reacted on its own.

His right hand flew up and slammed into Bryan’s face with force.

The blow was unexpected and precise.

The boss staggered back, clutching his nose.

Blood flowed between his fingers.

You You hit me, Bryan croaked, looking at Adrian with shock and rage.

You’re dead, Vega.

I’ll destroy you.

You’ll never find another job.

Workers gathered around.

Someone was filming with their phone.

Colton pushed through the crowd and grabbed Adrian by the arm.

Get out of here, right now.

Get in the van and leave.

Adrian looked at the bloodied Bryan, at the crowd, at Colton.

Then he turned and walked to his van.

His hands were still shaking from the adrenaline.

He got behind the wheel, started the engine, and drove out of the warehouse yard without looking back.

He would be fired.

That was obvious.

Hitting your boss was the end of your career at FedEx, and probably at any other delivery company.

Bryan would make sure to spread the word.

Adrian had lost his job, but strangely, he felt nothing.

Only emptiness.

He drove his usual route, delivering packages.

People opened their doors, signed receipts, and thanked him.

No one knew that the courier standing in front of them had just ruined his life.

Adrian smiled, wished them a good day, and drove on.

By lunchtime, he had completed half of his route.

His stomach was growling with hunger, but he didn’t feel like eating.

Adrian stopped at a gas station, bought coffee and a sandwich, but couldn’t swallow a bite.

He sat in the cab of the van, staring at the road and thinking about what he would say to Maria that evening.

I want a divorce.

Just like that.

No explanations, no shouting.

He would pack his things and go to Colton.

Tomorrow, he would see a lawyer.

He would start from scratch, a new job, a new life without Maria, without Brian, without this hell.

After 1:00 in the afternoon, Adrian continued to deliver packages.

The route took him north to the suburbs.

Houses became fewer and fewer, replaced by vacant lots and abandoned warehouses.

The road ran along an old highway lined on both sides by fields and a few motels.

Adrian drove mechanically, lost in his thoughts.

But at some point, his gaze caught on something familiar.

He turned his head sharply.

A car was parked on the side of the road near an old one-story motel, a silver Honda Civic.

He knew the license plate number by heart.

Maria’s car.

Adrian slowed down, not believing his eyes.

It couldn’t be a coincidence.

Their house was a 40-minute drive from here.

What was Maria doing here in the middle of the workday at a roadside motel? He pulled over to the side of the road 50 m before the motel.

His heart was beating so loudly that Adrian could hear it pounding in his ears.

He stared at Maria’s car.

And then he saw it.

The car windows were slightly tinted, but not enough to hide what was happening inside.

In the backseat, Maria.

Next to her were two men.

One was tall, athletic, wearing a dark T-shirt.

The second was younger with a short haircut.

They were kissing.

All three of them.

Adrian froze.

Time stood still.

He saw his wife kissing two men at the same time in his car in the parking lot of a cheap motel in broad daylight.

Everything he had felt in recent days, pain, humiliation, helplessness, exploded inside him in a single fiery stream.

Rage, pure, all-consuming rage that overwhelmed him.

There were no more reasonable plans, no more advice from Colton, no more thoughts of divorce or lawyers.

There was only this, his wife with two men in the car, his wife who had lied, humiliated him, destroyed everything he believed in.

Adrian didn’t remember how his foot pressed down on the gas pedal.

He just saw the speedometer needle shoot up.

The van was picking up speed, 50 km/h, 70, 90.

The engine roared.

He turned the steering wheel.

The van veered off the road and sped straight toward Maria’s car.

Adrian saw one of the men’s eyes widen when he noticed the truck rushing toward them.

He saw Maria turn her head.

The impact was deafening.

Metal exploded.

Glass flew in all directions.

The van crashed into the Honda with such force that it flew into the air and flew several meters before crashing into the motel wall.

The brickwork crumbled.

Debris rained down on the mangled car.

The van, without slowing down, followed it, breaking through the wall and crashing into the building.

A crash.

The screech of metal.

The crack of collapsing concrete.

Then silence.

Adrian opened his eyes.

His head was splitting with pain.

Red spots floated before his eyes.

He tried to move and felt a sharp pain in his ribs.

The airbag had deployed, saving his life, but his face burned as if it had been scorched.

He slowly turned his head.

The windshield was shattered.

Through it, Adrian could see debris, bricks, pieces of metal, dust still hanging in the air, and Maria’s car.

What was left of it.

The Honda was crushed almost in half.

The roof was caved in, the doors were crumpled, the windows were smashed.

There was no movement inside.

Adrian climbed out of the cab of the van.

His legs buckled.

His ears rang.

He took a few steps toward the mangled car and looked inside.

Maria was lying on her side, pinned down by twisted metal.

Her eyes were closed.

Her face covered in blood.

She wasn’t breathing.

Next to her were two men.

One was pinned to the seat.

The other had been thrown halfway through the windshield.

They weren’t moving, either.

Adrian looked at it and felt nothing.

Only a coldness spreading through his body.

Sirens could be heard in the distance.

They were approaching quickly.

Adrian moved away from the car and sat down on the asphalt.

His hands were shaking.

His head was empty.

The police patrol arrived first.

Two officers jumped out of the car with their weapons at the ready.

One of them ran up to Adrian and grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Sir, sir, are you okay? What happened?” Adrian looked at him, but didn’t answer.

The second officer rushed to the Honda, looked inside, and immediately recoiled, grabbing his radio.

“We need an ambulance right away.

Three people are dead.

” The ambulance arrived shortly after.

The paramedics examined Adrian, bandaged his cut eyebrow, and checked his pulse.

One of them asked, “Can you talk? What happened?” Adrian remained silent.

He stared at the destroyed motel wall, the mangled car, and the people in uniform bustling around.

It all seemed unreal.

Another police car arrived.

A plainclothes detective got out, an elderly man with gray hair and tired eyes.

>> >> He talked to the officers, examined the scene, then approached Adrian.

“Are you the truck driver?” he asked.

Adrian nodded.

“My name is Detective Harrison.

I need you to tell me what happened.

” Adrian opened his mouth, but couldn’t say a word.

The detective crouched down next to him.

“Listen, I understand you’re in shock, but I need to know.

Was it an accident? Did you lose control?” “It was my wife.

” Adrian finally managed to say.

His voice sounded strange, hoarse.

“In the car, it was my wife.

” The detective frowned.

“The woman in the Honda was your wife?” “Yes.

” “And you?” The detective paused, searching for words.

“Did you know she was there before the accident happened?” Adrian looked him in the eye.

“I saw them.

I saw what they were doing.

And I I couldn’t stop.

” Silence.

The detective slowly straightened up, >> >> his face turning to stone.

“You are under arrest on suspicion of murder.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can be used against you in court.

You have the right to an attorney.

” The detective’s voice continued, but Adrian could no longer hear it.

They put him on his feet, twisted his arms behind his back, and snapped handcuffs on him.

The metal chilled his wrists.

They led him to the police car, opened the back door, and sat him inside.

Adrian sat in the backseat and looked out the window.

Yellow tape was stretched around the scene of the accident.

Forensic experts were photographing the wreckage.

Ambulances were taking away the bodies.

>> >> Everything was done quickly, professionally, routinely.

Maria was dead.

Two strangers were dead.

He had killed them, all three of them, at full speed without thinking about the consequences.

He had just seen her with them and lost control.

Detective Harrison got behind the wheel and turned to Adrian.

“You’re going to need a good lawyer, a very good one.

” Adrian didn’t answer.

He stared out the window at the wrecked motel, at the mangled Honda from which black bags were being pulled out.

His life was over.

Eight years of marriage, six years of work, 34 years of life, all of it ended in an instant.

The car started moving.

Adrian closed his eyes and felt tears running down his cheeks.

He cried silently, without sobbing, just tears flowing on their own.

He cried for Maria, whom he had once loved, for himself, who no longer existed, for the life that had been shattered along with that car.

The police car drove through the city.

Adrian sat in handcuffs and cried.

Ahead of him lay the police station, interrogation, court, prison, years behind bars, maybe decades, maybe the rest of his life.

Detective Harrison looked in the rearview mirror.

He had seen many criminals in his career, but this man, broken, crying in a blood-stained courier’s uniform, did not look like a murderer.

He looked like a man who had lost everything.

“Why couldn’t you stop?” the detective asked quietly.

Adrian opened his eyes.

The tears were still flowing, but his voice was steady.

“Because at that moment, I wanted it all to end.

The pain, the humiliation, everything.

I just wanted it to end.

” The car pulled into the police station.

Ahead was a gray building with barred windows.

The detective parked at the entrance and got out of the car.

He opened the back door.

“Come on.

” he said.

Adrian got out.

His legs could barely hold him.

>> >> He was led through the doors, down the hallway, into the interrogation room.

They sat him down at a table.

They removed his handcuffs, but immediately attached them to a metal ring in the tabletop.

The detective sat down opposite him.

A tape recorder lay between them.

“Let’s start from the beginning.

” Harrison said.

“Tell me everything.

” And Adrian told him everything.

About the conversation he overheard, about the surveillance, about the lover in the dark blue house, about Brian and the humiliation at work, about how he was driving along his route and saw his wife’s car at the motel, about what happened next.

The detective listened silently, nodding occasionally.

When Adrian finished, silence hung in the room.

“Do you understand what you’re facing?” Harrison finally asked.

“Yes.

” Adrian looked at his hands, still trembling.

“I understand.

” Harrison turned off the recorder and stood up.

“Tomorrow you will be taken before a judge to be charged.

You will have the opportunity to contact a lawyer.

I advise you not to waive that right.

” Adrian nodded.

He was taken to a holding cell, a small room with concrete walls, bunk beds, and a toilet in the corner.

The door slammed behind him with a metallic clang.

Adrian sat down on the bunk and stared at the wall.

March 14th, 2024.

The day three people died.

The day his life ended.

He sat in silence, and the only thing he could hear was his own breathing, heavy, uneven, the breathing of a man who had just destroyed everything he had.

Outside the cell window, it was getting dark.

Evening was falling.

Somewhere out there in the city, Colton had probably already found out what had happened.

Somewhere out there, the families of the dead men were receiving the terrible news.

Somewhere out there, life went on.

But for Adrian Vega, it all ended in the parking lot of that motel.

At that moment, when he floored the gas pedal and drove the van into his wife’s car, he lay down, curled up, and closed his eyes.

Tears flowed down his cheeks again, but he didn’t try to stop them.

They flowed for a long time until they dried up completely.

And outside the window, it continued to get dark.

Human remains have just been found in the search for a pregnant mother of two abducted from her home on Tuesday.

Those remains were found near an area crews were searching for 27-year-old Andrea Lloyd.

The medical examiner has not positively identified them as those of Lloyd, but arrived at the search scene earlier this evening.

Authorities have detained an ex-boyfriend, but did not reveal his name.

Lloyd is expecting her third child.

Anyone with any information in the case is asked to is asked to call Miami date police.

>> Two days before Andrea Lloyd disappeared, she shared something on her Facebook page.

The people who saw it scrolled past it.

Nobody called to check in.

But when you read what she shared, you will understand exactly what she was trying to say, but no one caught it in time.

Before we get into it, leave a like, drop your thoughts in the comments, and subscribe to Crime on Pulse so you won’t miss the next case.

Andrea Ollet Lloyd was born on December 13th, 1993 in Miami, Florida.

She grew up in Miami Dade County, Laura Sanders Elementary, Campbell Drive Middle School, Homestead Senior High School, and eventually earned her diploma at Maverick’s High School.

She was driven.

She started her working life in retail, but that was never going to hold her.

She found her real calling in caregiving, taking care of people who needed consistent, genuine support.

She joined Sunrise Community and within 3 years, she had worked her way up from caregiver to residential program director, overseeing the care of adults.

Outside of work, Andrea was a mother of two boys, a 1-year-old and 5-year-old.

Her family described her world simply.

She worked and she took care of her kids.

That was it and that was everything to her.

She was deeply connected to her family.

Her parents Arnold and Alfreda Lloyd and a wide circle of people who loved her.

Xavier was 32 years old and he had been in Andrea’s life for 11 years, not months or a couple of years.

That is more than a third of her entire life.

They had two children together, built a shared life, vacations, family events, and everyday moments.

They traveled together, did ordinary couple things, nail salons, outings, family gatherings.

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Read it.

I don’t even know what the top say.

>> Can you read it out loud, please? >> No, I ain’t going to read it out loud.

>> Oh, I scored it.

Where the money at? That already came prepacked.

They wanted, you know.

>> So, you didn’t do this? >> No, I ordered it.

>> Okay.

I open I open >> psych.

>> Psych.

I want to open taste.

>> Open taste.

>> Can you go Bad boy.

Bad boy.

>> Can I see the box? I should have >> I should have put on my clothes.

Maybe.

Maybe a By every visible measure, Xavier was not just her boyfriend, he was her partner in everything.

At some point during their relationship, they did a maternity shoot.

Beautiful black and white photos.

Xavier with his hand on her pregnant belly.

Both of them in white, holding hands, laughing in an open field.

The kind of photos that are supposed to mark the beginning of something beautiful.

Everyone around them saw a happy couple.

Andrea’s family said they had never seen them argue.

Not at gatherings, at family functions, not in any setting they were present for.

Her nephew said their relationship seemed perfect.

When they came around, they were always happy.

But at some point, the relationship that looked so solid on the outside had become something else entirely.

Xavier had become controlling and dominating.

He had been unfaithful to Andrea repeatedly.

And Andrea, who had given this man 11 years, two children, and her full commitment, had reached the point where she was done.

Her aunt described her as someone who had given that relationship everything a marriage would require.

She was, in her words, like a wife, not just a girlfriend.

She had carried this relationship with everything she had and was tired.

She had made up her mind and was planning to leave.

2 days before everything changed, Andrea went on Facebook and shared a post.

not something she wrote herself, a post she came across that clearly spoke to exactly where she was.

It read, “Narcissistic manipulators.

” Let’s get into it.

People who intentionally or unintentionally attack you and hurt you.

Then once they hurt you and you react, they are upset at how you reacted to the intentional or unintentional hurt they did to you.

They try to turn it on you to add more hurtful things to make it seem like you’re the problem or at fault for how they did you when in fact you did absolutely nothing to them to cause their reason for the intentional or unintentional hurt or attack.

Not once will they think to apologize because remember once you reacted to what they did to you, you then became the problem and now they are the victim.

They hold zero accountability.

They see no wrong in what they did only in how you reacted.

These will be the same people who say they love and care for you.

Feel free to correct me where I am wrong.

And good morning.

December 8th, 2021, just after midnight, Andrea was at work.

She was the overnight supervisor at a South Miami Dade group home, the same kind of facility she had dedicated her career to.

She was doing her job.

She showed up to every shift, caring for adults who depended on her.

A knock came at the door.

She opened it.

She knew the person on the other side.

It was Xavier.

The surveillance camera at the facility captured what happened next.

Xavier did not come to talk.

He attacked Andrea at her workplace, forced her out of the building, pushed her into her own vehicle, a white Honda Civic, and drove away with her.

The camera caught all of it.

When Andrea did not come home and made no contact with her family, the alarm spread immediately.

For someone whose whole life revolved around her children and the people depending on her, silence was not something that happened without reason.

Now to a developing story out of Southwest Miami Dade, where police say a woman is still missing after being abducted from her job this morning.

27year-old Andrea Lloyd works as a caretaker at a home.

That’s where she was when we’re told she opened the door to a man who beat her and dragged her into his car against her will.

Here’s CBS4’s Joel Waldman with more details.

>> In news, unfortunately, we covered too many of these stories, but I can’t remember a time in recent memory when so many family members showed up in such a short amount of time, desperate for Andrea to come back home safely.

>> It’s hard.

It’s hard because, you know, I mean, she’s the type of person she she always she always calls her dad because she we got so much love in the family.

>> Comforted by all that love, Patriarch Arnold Lloyd, a modest family man, told us he only wants one thing this holiday season.

>> Everybody know me, I don’t beg for nothing, but I’m begging for my daughter to come home.

I don’t beg for nothing.

I don’t beg for nothing, but I’m begging for my daughter to come home.

The baby of his 12 children, Andrea Lloyd, never returned home from her job as a caretaker at this South Miami Dade group home where the 27year-old worked as a supervisor.

>> For her not to not to have contacted any of us, something is wrong.

>> Miami date police confirming something did in fact go drastically wrong overnight.

They say surveillance video revealed a disturbing scene after a man showed up at Andrea’s job just after midnight.

>> This male proceeded to batter her and eventually during the altercation pushed her inside of a vehicle and drove off in an unknown direction.

>> Police say she was dragged and forced into a white Honda Civic with Florida tag Y650DL.

Andrea’s family tells us they have a hunch who her attacker is, but were asked by police to keep it to themselves for now.

>> Andrea is not the type person that would leave with a stranger.

And the information and the evidence that the detectives shared with us indicates that she was very familiar with the person that abducted her.

>> The mother of two young boys herself, Andrea’s family says she would never leave them alone.

>> She works, she takes care of her kids.

She works, she takes care of her kids.

That’s her life.

>> She’s an angel.

She’s an angel.

I mean, she’s a real angel.

>> Anyone with any information is asked to call Miami Day Crimes Stoppers at 305471 TIPS.

There is a reward for anyone with information that leads to an arrest.

Reporting in Florida City, Joel Walman, CBS4 News.

>> Her father knew right away.

Her family had a strong feeling about who was responsible.

Police asked them to keep the name to themselves while the investigation moved forward, but they already knew.

And investigators later confirmed that the person who took Andrea was someone she knew very well.

Someone she had every reason to open the door for.

Miami Dade police launched a full search operation.

Aviation units, all-terrain vehicles, K-9 teams, everything they had was deployed.

The white Honda Civic and its Florida tag were named in public alerts.

The community was asked to come forward with information and a reward was put on the table.

Andrea’s family did not sit and wait.

They went looking for her themselves.

Family members, including Andrea’s uncle, were out covering ground when they spotted Xavier Johnson in a heavily wooded area near the Homestead Speedway.

So, they called the police immediately.

Officers responded and Xavier was detained on the spot.

The K-9 unit moved in.

The cadaavver dog worked through that wooded area and alerted Xavier’s black pickup truck.

Close to that truck was a large metal utility box, the kind typically used for storage in the bed of a pickup.

What investigators found inside confirmed everything Andrea’s family had feared from the moment she did not come home.

Andrea Lloyd was gone.

She was reportedly just weeks pregnant with her third child.

Her two boys, 1-year-old and 5 years old, were now without their mother.

She was 5 days away from her 28th birthday.

Her father had stood before cameras while she was still missing and said something that stayed with everyone who heard it.

>> It’s hard.

It’s hard because, you know, she’s the type of person she she always she always calls her dad because she we got so much love in the family.

Everybody know me.

I don’t beg for nothing, but I’m begging for my daughter to come home.

I don’t beg for nothing.

I don’t beg for nothing, but I’m begging for my daughter to come home.

I feel good, but you know that still won’t bring back my daughter.

You know, I still want to bring back my daughter cuz she was going to leave him.

She was tired of him messing around on her and she was like a, you know, a wife, not a girlfriend.

If I knew anything was wrong, she wouldn’t have been there cuz I could have put in the house myself.

>> Her uncle spoke about what it meant to lose someone this way.

He said, “It hurts knowing that you loved someone like family, treated them like your own, and that same person brought this kind of pain into your home.

It hurts me for the fact that sometime you have loved ones that’s so close to you [ __ ] to get you involved in certain things when it come to them.

>> Her godmother could not stop thinking about the children.

Those two little boys who were now going to grow up without the woman who was the center of their entire world.

Xavier Johnson was taken to Miami Dade Police Department headquarters for questioning and he confessed.

He admitted to holding Andrea Lloyd against her will and hurting her.

Miami Dade Police Director Alfredo Ramirez publicly confirmed the charges against Xavier Johnson and addressed the community directly.

Right now at noon, authorities arresting a man who they say confessed to kidnapping and killing his pregnant girlfriend.

We were there as 32-year-old Xavier Johnson was walked into jail shortly after midnight.

Police say Andrea Lloyd was abducted as she was working at a Southwest Miami Dade group home >> and human remains were found sadly on Wednesday, but they have yet to be identified.

Johnson now facing a judge and local 10’s Anelise Garcia is live in Derell with more on this one for us.

Anelise.

>> Yeah, Janice Christie.

Today Johnson did appear in front of a judge and that judge did find probable cause and now he’s being held no bond.

>> The medical examiner confirmed the identity of the remains found near Homestead.

It was Andrea.

Xavier Johnson was charged with first-degree homicide, kidnapping, and burglary with assault.

Xavier appeared before Circuit Judge Mindy Glazer.

The judge found probable cause on all three counts.

She noted that this was the kind of case that could potentially be pursued as a capital penalty case.

>> Mr.

Johnson, good morning.

>> 33-year-old Xavier Johnson stood before a judge Thursday morning.

The judge addressed the disturbing allegations against him.

>> Morning, sir.

You were arrested for one count of first-degree murder, one count of kidnapping, and one count of armed burglary with an assault or battery.

>> Johnson, arrested in connection to the disappearance of 27year-old Andrea Lloyd, spoke in court about possibly acquiring a private attorney.

>> Do you have an attorney? >> Yes.

>> Who’s your >> I don’t have one yet, but I’m I’m going to get one.

>> He asked that you own the property owner what jet skis and what else? >> Uh the value of my jet skis is um 16,000.

Family tells us Johnson was the boyfriend of Lloyd and father of her two children.

When the question of legal representation came up, Xavier brought up the value of his jet skis, reportedly around $16,000.

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