Too Late For Regrets [Extra #1]

Part 4

I woke up, thankfully, on the couch. I would've hated it if my so-called husband touched me while I was asleep. I'd have broken his hands had I found out he put them on me.

I was a little relieved to find out that my husband wasn't a pervert who'd take advantage of me while I was in a vulnerable state.

Without wasting too much time, since I had no idea how late it was, I got up from the couch and quietly cursed as pain shot through my whole body. For a luxurious hotel this place sure had horrible furniture. I had never slept on something so uncomfortable in my life.

What kind of service did this place offer their guests, especially for such ridiculous prices? When I saw the name of the hotel, I knew exactly how much the presidential suite cost. I knew price ranges of most of the high-end hotels in the country, since I used to travel a lot before settling down, but this place beat all the others.

To think they charged such abominable rates for such mediocre conditions.

It seemed that I had another thing to take care of once I went to work...

I only hoped there would be no surprises at the office. Judging by my secretary's shock when he had come to see me the previous day, I was sure the office would be abuzz with rumors about me. I had to explain the situation to my co-workers before they found out from media or someone else. It would've been extremely detrimental for me to have this messed up deal go public. I managed to avoid showing my face for years, so I wanted to avoid being associated with my husband and his family.

They were too well-known.

As I thought about my husband, I threw a short glance at the bedroom. The stranger that had become my contractual husband for two years had left the bedroom door open and I could see him sleeping peacefully on the king-sized bed. Since he had no shirt on, I could see that his upper body was as annoyingly attractive as his face.

I had to admit, I was a little glad he wasn't some ugly gremlin or a man twice my age. Knowing my father, I wouldn't put it past him to set me up with some old dude who only wanted a pretty girl as his trophy. Thankfully, that was not the case.

Still, I found it infuriating how handsome my husband was. Even sleeping, he looked like a Greek god and it was getting on my nerves. He was so effortlessly attractive it made me mad. He had not only fame and wealth, but was also handsome. I found it unfair. Some people were really born with a silver spoon.

Not wanting to be a creep, I gently closed the bedroom door before grabbing the bag my secretary brought at night and took it to the bathroom to get ready for work. I may have just gotten married, but I couldn't just ignore my responsibilities.

When I saw what my secretary brought me, I couldn't help but smile. He used to complain about me wearing 'manly' clothes to work, so I guess he wanted to subtly make me wear something else and that's why he brought me a white satin blouse, a navy blue pencil skirt and a pair of high heels.

I was going to make him pay for this prank.

After I was done with my morning routine and got ready for the day, I quietly left the bathroom and packed my belongings in the bag my secretary had brought, trying to not wake up my sleeping husband. I did not want to have another altercation with him. It was exhausting to be around him.

At the same time, I had a strange feeling I would regret disappearing so suddenly. First, my sister disappeared the day of the wedding, and now I was going to do the same the day after the wedding I had in her place. It was a messed up situation and I wasn't sure what to do.

Out of consideration for my husband, I left a note on the coffee table. "I left for work. Don't call me unless it's important," I wrote on the small notepad I found in the bag, but then I realized my husband had no way of contacting me, so I also wrote down my private number for him.