Too Late For Regrets [Extra #1]

Part 20

I watched in pure horror as he stumbled towards me, grumbling something under his breath. I quickly realized that the situation was much worse than anything I could imagine, especially since he started taking off his clothes. I didn't know whether he simply mistook my room for his, but his intentions became strikingly clear when he saw me try to get away from him. He yelled at me, "Get back here!" and grabbed me with so much force I felt my wrist break.

He then threw me on the bed and climbed on top of me. He pinned me to the bed and hovered over me with a ferocious look on his face. All I could feel was the stench of liquor in his breath, which made me feel nauseous, and then he leaned down and forced his mouth on mine. I was so shocked I unconsciously opened my mouth to scream, only for him to stop me with his tongue.

I was hopeless. He was much stronger and bigger than me and my precarious position underneath him I had no way to throw him off. He had me completely pinned down. I couldn't even move my legs to kick him.

As he kept me from screaming by plunging his tongue into my mouth, his hands worked on my clothes. I still remember the feeling of his hands squeezing and bruising my body. He struggled for a while with my t-shirt which I usually wore to sleep, so he simply tore it apart then moved to my leggings.

I had no way of stopping him. Once my clothes were off, he unceremoniously shoved his dick inside me, making me scream in both pain and fury. I ended up biting him, for which he punched me in the face.

I lost consciousness then.

When I woke up, I was in pain. My whole body ached to the point of being unable to move.

I didn't know if I could even move, but then I saw none other than my scumbag of a husband lying next to me, with his arms wrapped around me the same way he used to during our honeymoon. He was fucking cuddling me, like he hadn't fucking raped me the night before!

Seeing him made me so mad I forgot about the pain I was in. I shoved him off the bed, got on top of him and ruthlessly beat him up. He was so drunk he didn't even wake up.

After I was satisfied with the state his face was in, I got dressed and stormed out of the house. Only when I reached my penthouse and got in the shower did I break down. I cried and cried, and cried, screaming in agony every time I noticed a new bruise. My whole body was black and blue, and my nether regions were so battered I had no doubts I was bleeding the night before. There were clear signs of blood on my thighs. Apart from that, there were countless bruises, bite marks and handprints all over my skin.

He really used me like some fucking sex toy then shamelessly cuddled me like nothing happened.

My tears of pain soon turned into tears of fury. I was beyond mad. I couldn't believe he would do something like that, but at the same time I felt like it was also my fault for not protecting myself better. However, I soon realized that it was wrong of me to blame myself. I was not at fault. He was.

Once I calmed down a little, I left the bathroom and called my favorite Duke, telling him to come see me. Then I also called my lawyer to my office and told him to prepare my divorce papers. I may have been a little bit of a miser, since I didn't like spending money on useless shit, but it was time to break my rules.

I didn't want to pay twenty million dollars of renumeration for breaking the contract my parents signed in my place, so I signed the marriage papers, but I had never thought it would end up like that. I was hoping to get through those two years stated in the contract with no trouble, but it was apparently impossible. My miserly ways brought me to the point of being raped by my own husband in my own bed. It was time to stop being thrifty and trying to save money. I had more than enough to last me a lifetime, so why did I even bother doing that?

While I waited for my Duke to come over, I talked with my lawyer about the marriage contract I signed. Fortunately, it was very clear and well-written, so there was a specific clause about breaking the agreement. In case one of the partied decided to break it, they would have to pay a compensation, which amounted to fifty million dollars.

Thankfully, I could pay that much, so I told my lawyer to change the date on the divorce papers and deliver them to my scum of a husband with the note that I would pay the compensation within two working days. Then I gave my lawyer my power of attorney, so I wouldn't have to meet the man who was called my husband personally.

Since my lawyer would take care of the matter for me, I went back to my penthouse and wallowed in my pain as I impatiently waited for my Duke. I sat quietly on my bed, with my legs curled up against my chest, silently seething about what was done to me.

It took a while for my Duke to arrive, but once he did, he almost fainted when he saw the way I looked. I covered my bruises with make up earlier when I talked to the lawyer, but I had no reason to hide them from my Duke.

"What the fuck happened to you?" he whispered anxiously when he saw the bruises on my body. I was completely naked as I sat on my bed, so he saw them all.

"He fucking forced himself on me!" I cried out and rushed into his arms. I needed him to hold me. I needed him to erase all traces of my husband's touch. I hated the remaining feeling of his hands on me, and I needed to forget it.

"I'm going to kill him," my Duke seethed quietly as he held me, his hold tight but not painful.

"That's too easy. I want him to beg for death instead. I want to ruin him and take everything from him," I retorted, squeezing him desperately. Just having his strong arms around me and being engulfed in his scent was enough to calm me down. But that didn't mean I was going to forgive my 'husband' for what he did.

"Then I guess I should bring more of my things over, cause I'm not going to leave you alone with this."

"Thank you," I smiled softly, hugging him even closer. "Now please help me forget. I don't want to remember his hands on me."

"I will do everything for you, you know that," he kissed me gently then proceeded to do exactly what I asked of him.

My Duke stayed with me, just like he promised, and I was extremely thankful for him, especially since I was constantly harassed by my so-called husband after he received the divorce papers. He kept calling, texting, and even came to my company to search for me. He didn't get to me only thanks to the NDAs I made my employees sign when they started working for me. The agreements forbid them from revealing my name to anyone, so my husband couldn't even get close to my office.

He was relentless, though, and kept calling me. I ignored him, of course.

If he thought he could talk to me after what he'd done, he was mistaken.

I wasn't as easy to deal with as he may have imagined. No amount of apologies, flowers and gifts would make up for the horrors he put me through.

There was just one question I had still unanswered – why did he do what he did?

I caught myself thinking about it at the most random times, probably because I was suffering from insomnia since that horrendous night. Shockingly enough, I actually tried to excuse his actions. Maybe I did grow fond of him over the months we spent together.

Or maybe I didn't want that night to be just a drunken mistake.

I wasn't sure. All I knew was that he needed to pay for treating me like that.

Even though my people investigated the case, they couldn't find any reason for my husband's actions. It seemed that he really did that to me just because he was drunk. But then, weeks later, my mother revealed some shocking news to me.

My sister was pregnant with my soon-to-be-ex-husband's cousin, the same man my husband was battling against because of the shares they were about to inherit. The way my mother gloated when she told me that the little bitch was about to marry that guy was so infuriating that I almost slapped her in the face. She was pretty much telling me that even though the little cunt didn't marry the man she wanted to at first, she at least caught his cousin, who was also in line of succession of the company.

Everything made sense when I heard that.

When my husband called again, I finally picked up. I needed to confront him.