Too Late For Regrets [Extra #1]

Part 8

I didn't want to talk to my husband about my private issues, so I finished my cigarette and went to my bike that was still parked by the front door. Without a word to my husband, I rode away in hopes that I could get my nerves under control. It would've been disastrous if I got on a plane in such state.

I came back after an hour or so, since I knew we needed to leave soon, but my mood wasn't much better. I had a feeling that if someone got on my nerve that day, they would end up in the ICU. I was absolutely fed up with everything and everyone, especially my husband and his family. They actually had the audacity to ask about my sister! As if she wasn't responsible for the mess we were all in.

She was going to regret putting me in that situation. I was not going to forgive her or her parents for what they did to me.

At the time, I didn't even want to acknowledge the fact that we were sisters. To me, she was just a bitch who ditched her fiancé and whose parents forced me to take her place so they could get someone to sponsor their failure.

They were all going to pay. I was no longer the same naïve and sweet girl they'd known before I left them and they were going to find that out the hard way.

As I neared the front door after parking my bike in the garage, about which I'd had to ask the security, I heard none other than my husband talking with his father on the porch, or rather terrace, considering how big it was. They were quite loud and didn't seem to notice me, so I caught a few interesting things.

For example, I heard that my parents had left to Grenada an hour or two prior. I had an unsettling feeling that they went there to follow me and my husband after reading the article about us heading there. I wondered what they wanted to try to follow us, but that thought quickly disappeared. It wasn't like I cared about those people, so there was no need for me to be concerned about their affairs. Just like they weren't concerned about mine.

"I didn't want to say it in front of your wife, but it looks like it was a whole scheme to force her to marry you. I'm still looking into that, but I have a feeling those scumbags fucking scammed us," my father-in-law sneered angrily, oblivious to the fact that I was standing around the corner of the house, hidden by the vines growing around the front porch and a part of the wall.

If what he said was true, I wouldn't be surprised. They were always greedy fuckers.

My husband didn't seem to share the same opinion as me and tried to defend my sister and her parents by saying, "Maybe their issues are worse than they made them to be? I don't think everything was fake from the beginning..."

"You're more naïve than I thought, son... Just look at the situation we're all in. An innocent woman was forced into a marriage she didn't want because of her sister ditched you the day of the wedding. Her own parents told us that she's no longer their daughter and thus we're the ones responsible for her now. How can you try to defend those people? Don't tell me you loved that girl..."

"I didn't, really. If it wasn't for that ridiculous deal, I probably wouldn't have agreed to marry her either."

"Then what about your wife? How do you feel about her?"

I perked up at this. Why were they talking about me like that? It was only the day after the wedding, so why would my father-in-law ask about feelings already?

"She's... difficult to grasp. She's so different from her sister I don't know how to approach her or what to say to not make her mad. Just earlier we argued and I had no idea how to pacify her. With her sister it was easy. She was immature and materialistic, so all I had to do was throw some expensive gifts at her or take her to a SPA or something. But with... her... it's hard. It doesn't help that she hates me."