Too Late For Regrets [Extra #1]

Part 26

As soon as I entered the house, I saw that there were some unexpected guests invited by my in-laws. Namely, my sister and my parents. Why they were there, I had no idea, but I could tell by the way my sister looked at me that the evening wouldn't be pleasant.

I couldn't have been more right about it.

The first person to notice my very prominent baby bump was my mother. She shrieked in pure horror then approached me with a malicious glare on her face. She grabbed my arm and snarled in my face, "You will get rid of this bastard, do you understand?!"

I only looked at her blankly. "You don't dictate what I do and what I don't do. Take care of your precious bitch of a daughter and leave me be," I told her coldly then tried to go past her. She didn't let me and instead dragged me to the garden in the back of the house, where my sister and father were. I had no idea what they wanted from me, but I knew it wasn't going to be good.

They pretty much attacked me with words and demanded that I abort my child. I, of course, told them to fuck off and leave me alone because they had more pressing matters to deal with rather than my pregnancy. They didn't like hearing that. They were convinced they owned me and thus owned the child in my stomach. They were wrong and I made sure to thoroughly explain it to them.

I didn't want to make a scene at my in-laws' house, so I kindly told my parents that I wasn't their property and I would give them hell if they didn't leave me alone, then went back to congratulate my in-laws on their anniversary. They were polite enough to not mention the altercation with my family, but I could tell they weren't happy about it. It was their special day and one more time my family publicly humiliated them.

They didn't hold it against me, much to my surprise. My mother-in-law quietly told me that she felt really bad about my situation, especially my bad relationship with my family. She said she understood that I didn't like my family being there, but she didn't want to be rude and throw them out when they came. Of course they arrived unannounced. Only my sister was invited, since she was the fiancé of my husband's cousin, but my parents weren't invited. My in-laws liked them as much as I did.

However, my parents didn't realize that they were being ridiculous and continued to act like idiots. They didn't even bother trying to have manners and they shamelessly showed off my sister's relationship with my husband's cousin. They tried so hard to get under my skin, but their effort was fruitless. I remained as cool as a cucumber and nothing they did got a reaction from me.

My husband wasn't as patient, though. "Can you fucking stop it?" he yelled at his cousin and my sister as they loudly laughed about my pregnancy. They were so obnoxiously loud they pretty much announced the fact that I was pregnant to everyone in the house. I could see that my in-laws were both surprised and happy about it. My husband was only shocked.

"What are you talking about, dear brother-in-law?" my sister smiled mockingly. "We're only stating the facts. She kept saying that she hates this marriage and so on, but look at her now! Pregnant with your kid. I always knew she was a whore, but I didn't think she would be that easy," she laughed loud enough for everyone to hear.

My husband wasn't happy about her words, since he didn't even know how I became pregnant. He didn't remember fucking me against my will. He wasn't aware that he mercilessly forced a child on me.

"Don't speak of my wife like this," my husband warned gravely. "You of all people have no right to criticize her after what you did. You jumped from me to my cousin then acted like nothing happened. Who are you to judge her?" I was slightly taken aback by his defense, but he did make sense. My sister was a spoiled little brat that put me in a really difficult situation for her own comfort. She backed out of a fucking marriage because she found a more convenient partner who would be willing to give her what she wanted. And she had the audacity to judge me for getting pregnant against my will? It was so ridiculous I forgot to laugh.

My husband, though, wasn't in laughing mood. "You will apologize to my wife," he told my sister with a harsh glare, daring her to argue with him. He was surprisingly mad, but I assumed he took my side solely for the sake of keeping up appearances in front of the family. Except for my husband's parents, no one knew the real circumstances in which we got married.

"You wish," my sister scoffed, unbothered by the fact that she was making a scene in front of people that were more than interested in our private matters. While we were standing at the end of the hallway on top of the staircase, the others were curiously standing on the bottom of it and quietly listening to our exchange. They didn't even whisper between themselves, they only listened to what was being said.

"Fine. You won't apologize? Then you will move out of the house I let you stay in. Your parents will move out as well. You're not welcome anywhere near my wife, my property, or me."

"You can't do that! You gave me that house!" my sister shrieked, taking a threatening step forward to get in my husband's face. He remained calm and collected, ignorant to the fact that he was standing on the very edge of the stairs.

In order to prevent him from falling down the stairs, I came closer and gently grabbed his arm while he shouted at my sister, "And now I'm taking it back! You fucking betrayed me and then you dare attack my wife?! How fucking dare you act like this?!"

"Calm down," I tried to tell him quietly, but he was too far gone to notice me and abruptly shoved me away with words, "Don't fucking tell me to calm down!"

He didn't notice our position on top of the stairs. He didn't control his strength. He was so mad at my sister, for god-knew-what reason, that he didn't see me stumble backwards until it was too late.

I fell down.

I curse my absolute memory, because even now I still remember the pain of the marble stairs hitting against my ribs, my hips, my shoulders and my head as I tumbled down like deadweight. My hands instantly moved to protect my stomach, as if on instinct, even though I didn't want the creature that resided there. I rolled down the marble staircase in front of everyone and I remember every second of it.

It was only when I landed on the floor that the people around me rushed to my side. They watched passively as my body helplessly crashed against the floor before they even moved. I was in pain. I remember that feeling even now. My whole body hurt. I could tell I broke something, but there was a much more important matter to worry about.

While the members of my husband's family fretted over me, the culprit stood still, as if in shock, and only stared at me with wide eyes, not believing that the situation I was in was his fault.

But I had more pressing concerns. The people around me were so panicked they didn't even bother calling an ambulance, so I lay motionlessly on the floor in absolute agony. I was in so much pain I couldn't even tell what part of my body was most damaged. I knew there were at least a few bones broken, since the stairs were made of marble and my body collided with them with great force, but whether there was internal damage or not, I wasn't sure.

Until I felt warmth in my nether regions. Using my last bit of strength, I lifted my head high enough to see what the source of the warmth was, only to gasp at the sight of my beige pants being stained red.

I was bleeding from between my legs.

With my last breath, I managed to whisper a quiet 'Fuck you' to my husband and my sister, who were still standing on top of the stairs, and I lost all strength in my body.

And then I lost consciousness.