Chapter 55

Nicklaus’s POV:

I went into the room, and I recalled what had happened that day at the office.

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My eyes widened in disbelief, and my jaw dropped. “What do you mean, my wife Elena? Why would she put her life and the baby at risk?” I snarled.

“Sir, that is what the suspect confessed, and there is proof when she was speaking to him while everyone was busy. He confirmed that was the order she gave him.” me, John Spike.

I looked at him and shook my head. "No, this isn't true. Tell me you are lying.” I spoke.

I slammed my desk hard and stood up. “No way. This can't be happening. Elena did this on purpose to get rid of the pregnancy.” I growled. “I must get to the root of this. Let's go to the station.” I spoke and walked out of the office.

Mr. John, the police investigator, followed me from behind. My heart was pounding while we got into the elevator, and my fists tightened at my side. I couldn't wait to get my hand in the waiter. I was already planning how to strangle his life out of him.

How could someone I love and trust do this to me? My father would hand over the rest of his properties to me once I produced an heir, and she knew about this. Was she trying to sabotage the plan? I supported her and made sure she was alright and never lacked anything. This is what I get for my kind acts.

I wondered if the child wasn't mine, and that was why she was planning to get rid of it. Had she been seeing her ex-fiance, or did she have another lover? 

“Go with Mr. John right now,” I ordered the driver, and the car zoomed off. I couldn't wait to get to the police station. 

After a short while, we arrived at the police station and walked into the investigating room. I watched him from the mirror on the other side of the room. 

I wish I could just go in there and give him the beating of his life. I turned to Mr. John and asked, “Can I have a word with him alone?” I asked. “Please don't decline. I need to hear that bastard speak.” I spoke.

“Yes, you can, but not alone. I have to go with you so you won't lose your temper,” he said. 

We walked inside the room and closed the door behind me. My blood was boiling, and I stared at him with so much hate. I wish I could just strangle him to death. 

This is an abominable act, and I will make sure that Elena pays for it. She had been planning evil behind me, and I was so stupid to suspect.

The suspect looked up at me with a smirk on his face and said, “You are the husband of Mrs. Elena. Wow." It is a pleasure to meet you. You were so handsome and good-looking; I don't know why she would want to get rid of the pregnancy. Or aren't you the father?” 

I rushed over to him and grabbed him by the neck. “One more word, and I will be the one serving jail terms here for murder,” I warned.

Immediately, Mr. John held me and tried to pull me away. “Get a grip on yourself, Mr. Coleman. It's wrong for you to do that.”

“How much did she pay you? How much? Stupid,” I growled, my voice rising. “You are a scumbag, and I will make sure that you fit in jail,” I warned, and I quickly walked out of the room.

Mr. John followed me from behind. “You should not have done that, Mr. Coleman,” he said.

  

I got into the car. “To the house,” I ordered, and the driver zoomed off. I looked through the window with so much anger boiling inside of me.

What I just wanted was to get away, give myself some time to think, and calm my nerves so I wouldn't hurt her while confronting her.

The drive to the house seemed like forever, and after some time, we arrived at the house. I got out of the car and quickly walked inside the building.

My bodyguards followed me from behind. I turned to them and said, “Not now. Take a break.” I spoke and continued walking.

I walked into the bar and poured myself a glass of whisky, and I gulped it down at once.

I kept gulping until I started to feel tipsy. Then I reached for my cigarettes and puffed them into the air. The smoke curled up in the air. 

Just then, the door opened, and I saw a lady walk inside. She wore a red short dress, which revealed her hot, sexy legs and her cleavage. It clearly wasn't Elena.

“Who are you, and how did you get here?” I asked, and my voice was deep and firm.

“Who are you, and what do you want?” I asked

“It's Sarah, Elena‘s stepsister,” she said, her voice low and seductive.

I looked up at her to see that it was truly Sarah. “What do you want?” I asked.

“I know that you have been going through a lot with your wife. I also heard about the culprit when I visited the station with my father. It must be so hard for you right now,” she said.

“I don't need your pity,” I said. “Go be with your sister. She needs you more.” I said. 

  

“Well, I don't know if I can trust my sister anymore. Not after what she did and after what I found in the culprit’s apartment after the police search,” she said.

Her words caught my attention: “What did you find? What are you talking about?” I asked.

She opened her purse and brought out a folded document. “I shouldn't be showing you what I think, but it would be wrong of me to keep it away from you,” she said.

I quickly collected the paper from her and went through its contents. My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped.

“What is the meaning of this? What is my signature doing here? Obviously, it is a forged signature.”

“Go through it,” Sarah said.

My eyes read through it, and I was stunned to see what it was. “Elena wants to take away 50 percent of the company’s shares.”