Too Late For Regrets [Extra #1]

Part 28

I had a feeling that my husband had a problem with alcohol. I saw him completely drunk twice, and both times he did something out of ordinary. First time he raped me, the second time he cried into my bedsheets. It was confusing and irritating at the same time. I didn't know what to do with him, screw him over or console him...

I chose the first option.

After a two-week long stay in the hospital, I was allowed to go home. My husband hired a physical therapist for me to help me get back to normal after lying in bed for so long, but I politely declined. What I needed the most was not a therapy but a moment of peace. I couldn't wait to be alone after being nagged at by my husband and his parents for fourteen fucking days.

Yes, my in-laws visited me regularly after the night when my husband cried. They expressed their concern for me, simultaneously cursing my sister for causing such situation. They were aware that it was my sister who got my husband so unhinged he couldn't control himself.

Even though they told me how sorry they felt for me and my loss numerous times – they meant the unwanted parasite I had been carrying in my belly – I still didn't believe them completely. Their apologies and worry didn't feel genuine at all. It was almost as if they were saying what they thought I wanted to hear.

That didn't mean I didn't appreciate their efforts. They were welcomed, to be honest, because it gave me the feeling that they cared about me, even if it was just a little. It was a foreign feeling, so I wanted to cherish it, even though I knew it wouldn't last for long. The contract between me and my husband was about to end in a little more than a year.

For a long while, I did nothing but mope around my penthouse, occasionally visiting my office downstairs to see if everything was running smoothly. Thankfully it was, since my Chiefs, managers and executives were competent enough to run the company without me. I wanted it to be that way. I didn't want anyone to run to me with every single thing, so I gave my authority to three people. They were my representatives and would substitute me in case I was absent.

Thanks to that, I didn't have to worry about the company and could concentrate on myself. I needed to be alone to think about how to destroy my husband and make him regret hurting me.

One morning, I was woken up at dawn by an unknown number. "Hello?" I greeted groggily, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty. Did I wake you up?" My Duke greeted merrily, just like the early bird he was. It was bizarre to me how people could wake up before sunrise and be full of energy. It always took two cups of coffee to get me to function properly, but I would be still groggy and moody. How did my Duke manage to be so cheerful so early? I didn't know and I didn't bother asking. He would only say something like 'I'm used to it'.

"Yes, you did," I answered, lying down on my pillow. "What's up?" I asked seriously, knowing that he wouldn't call me so early unless something happened.

"I can't fool you, can I?" he sighed heavily. "Your husband is insisting on meeting you. He doesn't want to continue negotiations with me and keeps asking for the boss. He says there's too much at stake to do things half-assed."

"He said that, huh?" I hummed quietly. I expected that when I sent my Duke to finalize the deal with my husband, but I hoped it wouldn't be so soon. It wasn't a good time for me to meet him.

Well, actually, it was the best time. I only just received the package with the thing I wanted to gift my husband as a reminder of his deeds, and meeting him would give me an opportunity to do it.

"Tell him to come to my office at two. I will meet him," I said with finality, having woken up completely. I needed to do this if I wanted to get over what had happened to me.