Too Late For Regrets [Extra #1]

Part 19

When my husband came home, the housekeeper immediately approached him and asked him to revoke my order to cut her salary. However, she didn't take into consideration the fact that I had already told my husband about the whole incident and he agreed to leave the matter to me.

Much to my surprise, he once again took my side. "I already know about your treatment of the other girls, so there's no use trying to placate me. My wife is the one who's in charge of all home affairs and I will not question her judgement."

I listened in absolute astonishment. He had just told the woman who worked for his family for decades, in no uncertain terms, that I was her boss now. I planned to make use of my new position. The whole working schedule at the mansion was messed up, at least in my standard, so I intended to change it to fit my expectations.

Everything needed to be rearranged.

I started with the contracts the employees were given. Since my husband gave me free reign over the whole estate, I revoked all agreements that had been previously signed and made new ones, which included a closure about not disclosing the private matters of the family and doing so would be severely punished, or the perpetrator could even be sued for defamation. The staff weren't happy about it at first, but soon understood that it was for their own good when I showed them the example of their former coworker, who arbitrarily revealed our honeymoon plans to the tabloids. That was when they realized that I was not someone who they can argue with.

Of course, the unhappiest person was the housekeeper. In her new contract I actually changed her role to a 'head maid', which she considered a demotion from her previous position, but even when she complained to my husband about it, he simply told her that it was up to me to deal with the staff as I saw fit. He then said that her constant complaints are unbecoming and show absurd level of disrespect towards me. For coming to him twice, he actually deducted her pay for three more months on top of the three I mentioned. The old hag was going to have her salary cut for half a year thanks to her big mouth and heavy hands.

Days passed, and then weeks, and everything went back to normal. The peace was welcomed, especially after the recent events, but of course, it didn't last long.

One day, I came home from work, and found an especially unpleasant guest sitting with my husband in the lounge. They were talking softly, but as soon as they saw me, they went quiet. It was suspicious and I didn't like it.

"Look who's here..." my father snarled. He looked positively mad to see me and I had a feeling it was because he wasn't happy I wasn't as miserable as he may have wanted me to be. He sold me off for money, sure that my sister's fiancé wouldn't treat me well, but he'd just witnessed that wasn't the case.

"I don't like seeing you either, asshole," I sneered then turned to my husband. I gave him a wordless sign that I'm going upstairs, to which he nodded. After spending over four months together, we learned to read each other well. I didn't need to tell my husband what I was about to do, all I needed was to give him a sign.

He understood my need for distance.

I wasn't interested in the conversation between my husband and my father, so I went on with my day, resting after a hard day at work.

However, as usual, my husband didn't keep his talk with my father a secret. He came to see me late in the evening after my father had left, and openly told me what that fucker wanted.

He wanted to get money because he had already spent it all. I laughed so hard when I heard this that m husband thought I went mad.

"You think it's funny?" he asked, seemingly flabbergasted.