Too Late For Regrets [Extra #1]

Part 7

I didn't have much time to prepare for the journey. Because my husband wanted to send his security team with me to pick up my things. I couldn't possibly let that happen, since I didn't have my passport at the apartment where my father's lawyer found me, but at the penthouse that's on the top floor of my office building. Bringing my husband's men there would mean revealing that I wasn't a poor little girl that would jump at every opportunity to get rich.

And I had a suspicion that's exactly what my husband thought of me - a gold digger.

He had no idea I was literally blackmailed into marrying him.

Actually, speaking of blackmail, I remembered the papers my father's lawyer presented when he came to find me. They needed to be taken care of.

Though it had to wait until I could contact the chiefs. I had to pack quickly if I didn't want my husband's men to follow me.

Once I had my bag ready, I went back to my new home, so to say, only to be met with an unpleasant surprise.

My in-laws. "Oh, look who it is! How are you doing, darling?" my mother-in-law exclaimed merrily at the sight of me walking through the front door then rushed to give me a tight hug. I was utterly uncomfortable with it, but I noticed my husband's warning look that said, "don't make a scene".

So I patiently endured the hug then gave my in-laws a fake happy smile.

"Oh, would you look at this, honey, they are already packed for the honeymoon!" my mother-in-law clapped her hands excitedly. I had no idea why she was so cheerful for, but I could tell it was just for show. There were a few maids standing nearby.

"Yeah, we're ready, I just had to pick up a few things," I smiled widely, trying my best to hide my true feelings for those people. My husband seemed to understand that I wasn't exactly looking forward to having a nice little chat with his parents, so he asked for my bag and then gave it to one of his security guards. "We should leave soon," he said, putting his arm around my waist lightly, "The plane's waiting."

"What plane?" I asked quietly.

"My plane," he replied. "You don't really think I fly commercial, do you?"

Truth be told, I did think that. I found it a waste of money to get a private plane. It was quicker to simply buy tickets in business class, especially while flying intercontinental flights. The only downside of that was the limit on the baggage weight, but I never had issues with that. I simply paid for the extra baggage and that was it. But it seemed that my husband didn't share my views. He was obsessed with luxury.

"Why don't you two have a dinner with us before leaving? It's not like the plane will leave without you," my father-in-law suggested, then without waiting for our answer told he maids to have the dining room ready.

I didn't even know where that room was. My husband was supposed to show me around the house but when he'd heard that I had to go to my place to get my things, our plans changed. That tour would have to wait until we came back from the cursed honeymoon.

Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said about the dinner with the in-laws.

We all sat at the big steel glass table, eating and talking like we were a real family, yet I felt there was something wrong with the way my husband tried to act friendly, almost as if he was putting on a show in front of everyone around us. It was annoying.

After a while, my husband sent the staff away, and once we were alone with his parents, he turned to me and said, "I lied to you earlier."

I only sighed in exasperation at that. "How so?"