My Revenge His Regret

Chapter 19

Analisa's POV

Yesterday was one of the worst days of my life. I am still at my godparents' house. I stayed the night here. I am currently holed up in the room they keep for me. I am embarrassed by how I acted yesterday. I am still upset about it, but I know I overreacted big time. I even feel guilty over my thoughts when I compared Declan, Ryan and Austin. They are all different. That is what makes them, well, them. I would not like to be compared to someone. I am mentally smacking myself for even thinking of Ryan. He is my assistant for goodness sake. What is wrong with me?

This whole marriage situation has me really upset. I know I need to be mature about this situation, but I am still young and I was never able to behave like a child. Can I not be childish occasionally to make up for my lost childhood?

Oh, that reminds me of my barely legal husband. He called and messaged nonstop all night wanting to know my whereabouts but I never responded. I do not even care where he is at or what he is doing. Can't he provide me with the same courtesy? I do not think he will ever understand that I will never get jealous or even care that he is with others. I only care that he sticks to this contract agreement we signed. Beyond that, he is irrelevant to me.

He is a means to an end and that is all he will ever be. He will soon realize that. I forgot today was the day we were supposed to be going to our honeymoon destination. The only good thing Austin did was get me some vacation time. He booked tickets for our honeymoon but I am not taking his plane ticket. I will be taking my personal jet. Yeah, who would have thought I had a personal jet? Well, it was something that was needed according to my mother, so I did not have to deal with other people.

I hate being in the limelight, but I love meeting new people even if I have trust issues. I also hate being touched but it comes with the line of work. I had to do years of therapy for it. It was really bad. I would have a full blown panic attack when someone touches me. Now I can handle it and even willingly touch people. So I guess it worked.

I hear a soft knock. "Come in." My godmother comes in with a plate of food and I look at her like she has grown three heads. "I am not supposed to eat breakfast." She hushes me and puts the plate on the nightstand before she says, "We eat breakfast in this house because it is the most important meal of the day." I look at the plate and see it had a pancake, scrambled eggs and bacon. I smiled at her but did not touch the plate. She gave me a stern look. "Eat as much as you can." After saying that, she left the room.

I sigh and grab the plate. I eat the scrambled eggs and 2 bites of the pancakes but do not touch the bacon. My mother would kill me if I ate that. I hate that I still appease her stupid dietary expectations. I do not want to continue like this, but I have to maintain the same figure because I do not want to be poked by stupid needles. My mother does not care if she hurts me or not.

I got up and went to the closet and smiled when I saw it was full of brand new clothes and shoes. I have never stayed over and have never changed here so I did not expect to see this. I inspect each piece of clothing. They are my size. I pull out a brown long sleeve crop top and white jeans and white converse sneakers. I am so excited about wearing this outfit. I smirk at the thought of my parents flipping out because of the clothes I am wearing. I go to the shared bathroom, take a shower, get dressed and use my godmother's make-up. I do a natural look with make-up and put my hair in a high ponytail.

I stepped out of the bathroom and ran into my godfather. Who looks shocked by the way I look?

"You look beautiful, kiddo. I am surprised you are wearing the clothes we bought you. I mean you have never used them. We thought that since they are not custom designs, you did not like them." I am stunned. It took a few minutes to pull myself together. "I am sorry I made you think that. I had never opened the closet until today. I thought it was empty. I love the clothes you both bought me. They are very stylish. I do not care if they are custom-made or not." He got a huge smile on his face at my response.

The next thing I hear is him shouting for my godmother to come here. She comes running looking panicked. She came to a stop when she saw how I was dressed and she looked at me with so much pride in her eyes. "You look gorgeous sweetheart. That outfit looks better on you than I imagined." I smiled at both of them. "Thank you both for everything. I love you guys so much." They hugged me, squishing me in the middle. The hug is interrupted by someone banging on the door.

My godfather has an irritated look on his face when he goes and opens the door. I hear my parents rudely asking him for my whereabouts. My godmother gets the same irritated look on her face as her husband. I was taken aback by the action. My parents and godparents are best friends. They are always very respectful and friendly to each other. I step out of the hall and go to where my parents are standing. My mother looks me up and down and scowls. My father looks at me too but remains indifferent.

I spoke softly. "I know why you are here and it is not necessary. I was about to leave so I could pack and meet Austin so we could leave for our honeymoon." Of course, my response did not make my mother happy because she yelled, "YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD AFTER ALL WE WENT THROUGH TO GET YOU THE PERFECT HUSBAND AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT HIM!" I flinch at her tone. It is much louder in person than over the phone. That is all she has been doing lately, just yelling and shouting at me. I remain calm and this infuriates her further. She is breathing heavily and her face is red from her yelling.

My godmother says in a harsh tone, "Calm down, Sabrina, you will cause yourself health issues from the stress you create for yourself. Analisa knows what she needs to do without you micro-managing everything for her."

"Mind your tone when you speak to my wife Annette. We are here for Analisa. You know our daughter and we may speak to her as we please without your interference." My father said indifferently.

"Maxwell, the same goes for you. This is our home, not yours, and Analisa may be your biological daughter, but you do not treat her that way. Also, you will not speak down to her while in our presence." My godfather said angrily.

I am confused by their hostility towards each other. Everything seemed fine yesterday. I am even more shocked by the anger in my Godfather's voice. He is a lawyer, so he is always levelheaded and remains unphased by a lot of things. I ignore the glares from my parents when I hug both my godparents, telling them everything is fine and I will talk to them later. They both nod and kiss my cheek.

I walked past both my parents and got into the back of my father's limo to wait for them. Minutes tick by before they get in the limo. They remain silent for the entire drive to the family mansion. Upon arriving, I get out wordlessly and go directly to my closet feeling disgust while I look at everything. I decide not to pack anything and go back downstairs where my parents are waiting, only to see them sitting on the couch. I keep myself from laughing when my mother picks up a pillow and starts trying to scrape something off of it. She scolds me, "Ana, I told you not to eat on the couch. Dammit it wont come off." I could not hold back my laughter anymore when she smelled it. The scrunch in her nose tells me that she caught a whiff of something. She turns and gives me a hard glare that could kill. "Ana, what is on this pillow?"

I was about to answer when I heard a pathetic voice speak. "Hello everyone, great to see you all." I remained still and ignored his greeting but said, "Mother, the person you should be asking has just arrived. Feel free to ask the question again."

Austin comes to stand beside me and his mere presence is enough to piss me off. My mother asked, "Austin, do you know what she is talking about? Do you know what is on these pillows?" From the corner of my eye I saw his face go bright red and his nervous smile. He hesitates to speak and glances from my parents to me before whispering. "Um uh well" He is taking to long for my liking so I answer for him. "It is his semen mother. Did you forget I told you about him sleeping with another in this house, on my bed and the couch. Well turns out it was in other locations as well but that is not important at the moment. I want to know something. Did you enjoy the smell and do you enjoy sitting on it?" My father made a gagging sound and stood up immediately with a furious look on his face. My mother looked pale but had a look of pure disgust on her face. Seeing the looks on their faces makes me laugh hysterically.

My father shouted, "Are you f*****g serious? That is disrespectful and beyond disgusting." He starts to dry heave until he finally vomits. My mother shouts after she gets pulled back from her thoughts by my father vomiting, "Who the f**k do you think you are?" She says as she glares hatefully at Austin. "I let you marry my daughter and this is how you repay me by sleeping with a stranger in my house on my furniture." Austin is shaking like a leave and I am here for it. I am so happy that this is already coming back to bite them on the ass.

Austin looked at me with a pleading look, stuttering out, "H-h-h-h-help m-m-m-me." I looked at him as if he had become even more moronic than before. I shake my head no. He stutters again, "P-p-please I-I-I-I'm s-s-s-sorry." I raised a brow and shrugged. He cannot really think I will help him, can he?

Me being the person I am, say. "Is this not the perfect husband you wanted for me?" My mother gives me a deadly look as she runs her hands through her hair from irritation. My father is the one to speak in a hateful tone. "Get this motherfucker out of here before I kill him. We will speak later." "Okay, but before I take my leave. Mother, please have a new wardrobe ready for my return. The clothes in my closet were touched by Austin's mistress, so I want them destroyed." My mother's eye twitches but she remains silent.

I shrugged again and walked away, taking my exit. I heard Austin following behind me. Once we are outside, I stop and turn my head slightly before saying, "I need to go shopping, someone ruined all my f*****g clothes." He makes a weird noise but says nothing. "Austin are you packed?" "Y-y-y-yes." I roll my eyes at his response. He gets spooked so easily and that is very inconvenient for me. If he does this in public, I will be a laughingstock. Now that I think about it, he only stutters when speaking to me in person. I was really hoping he was cured because he had been talking to me normally before, like at the wedding just yesterday. It must be because he is scared. Well, it sucks to be him because I am not his mother and will not be babying him.

Time for him to grow up. He wanted to marry me, so he will have to be able to put up with me and my attitude towards him. I told him I would not hide my dislike for him. He had better not think it will change over time. The ride to the mall was quick.

I got out and made my way inside. I shop quickly to get everything I need, including a suitcase. I got a few things for my brother and Ryan. I saw Austin smile when I grabbed the male things. I am going to go ahead and assume he thinks these things are for him. Again, it sucks to be him because they are not. I ignored his presence the entire time. He offered to carry my bags but I shut that down real quick. No way in hell will I let him dirty my brand new items with his filthy touch. I stopped and gave him a disapproving look when I saw he had this pathetic sad look on his face. "Austin, get that f*****g look off your face. You look pathetic and stupid. You are embarrassing me, moron." He frowned and his eyes started to water.

I feel my blood boil at how weak he is. I cannot even pity him because I warned him.