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"Why, Bucky?"
That echoed many times in my brain, and dejected, I continued to stare downward without looking at my wife. I'm not about to give up without a fight. I may look defeated because of my actions, but she is not leaving me. I gather my wits and remind myself of who I am.
Bucky Barnes was my name.
My wife will not leave me. I will not sign any divorce papers if she so desired. I gazed at my wife for the first time today because of what occurred earlier today. She had nothing to say. However, I will not allow that worthless triumph. I glanced at my wife and called to Henry,
"Come and take my wife home. I have a task ahead of me."
I kissed her on the forehead and informed her I needed to attend to something. As I was ready to go, a thought occurred to me, and I came to a full halt.
"Babe, the day you picked me up from the club, which car did you use?"
"The black sport car," says my wife. I have a nod.
I walked outside and asked my friend Ethan to come with me. With Ethan, we returned to my office. While I was at my desk, I got a call from Henry.
"I've dropped madam off at home, boss. She is resting."
"Gather any information on Sandra form the previous month to this date, including what she ate, who she met, and her itinerary. I need completion of all tasks within three hours."
"I'm working on it, boss."
"Before that, check the time it took my wife to ride my black Lykan Hypersport from my residence to the karaoke club. That was the final destination of the car. Since then, I haven't utilized it. Verify this and get back to me."
"All right, sir." I can't believe I'm here attempting to solve a mystery on my wedding day, rather than enjoying time with my bride. He snatched up his jacked and made his way home.
Gabriella was asleep when he returned home. He returned to his office and was startled by the sound of his kid sobbing outside, which he disregarded. He received an unexpected knock at his door from one of my helpers. She trembled at the door, clutching the doorknob.
"What exactly is it?"
"Sir, during your absence, Mrs Williams let herself into the premises with some men, and, as she says, she is carrying your child. The guy had already beaten the young master three times. They were four, and we were powerless..."
Bucky felt as if a dagger had pierced his heart at that moment. "Who is responsible for what happened to my son?"
"Robert Williams."
The man was as ferocious as a bulldog, he snatched up his car keys and from his study. He came to my residence to terrorize us. My wife is asleep, which is a blessing.
