Too Late for Regret novel Chapter 19

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Sasha’s POV

Roger was so distracted by whatever was playing on the screen, he didn’t even notice that I had returned. Dixon didn’t notice me either. I was just about to ask what they were looking at when Dixon spoke.

“See what I mean, Roger, she’s changed a lot. I don’t know how she hid it, or why she hid did, but she’s not the same woman she used to be. She’s much more confident now. She even raised her voice to me when I was

trying to get her to sign the write–up. She said she needed to be paid for the overtime she had worked since starting here. It was like we owed her the money or something. But nobody asked her to put in all those hours getting the company off the ground. She’s gotten too bold. I tried to get her in line, but she quit and walked out. She’s serious about quitting. I still can’t reach her. I just wanted you to see how much she’s changed. She’s not going to be easy to deal with,” Dixon advised me.

“Who’s changed?” I asked brightly, like I didn’t already know who they were talking about. I already knew, but I

wanted to see if Roger was going to tell me the truth.

He immediately cleared out the video and handed Dixon his phone back. I really didn’t want to be dealing with

this right now. Roger has been completely agreeable to everything I’ve asked for over the past few months. He even let me move into the villa with him without telling Elizabeth. I didn’t find out that the villa belonged to

her until the plane ride back from Paris, which pissed me off. He let me assume that it was his. He made it seem as if everything belonged to him, which was why I married him. I needed financial security for me and my baby.

The baby’s father had kicked me out when he found out I was pregnant. Running into Roger in Paris had been a happy coincidence. After he had had a few drinks at dinner, he confessed to me again. I already knew he liked me in high school, but his family had less money than mine did. My goal had always been to increase my value, not decrease it, and I rejected him. I was brutally truthful about it, so he would understand. I never expected to light a fire in him. He told me that he wanted to be a success, just to be able to marry me.

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I thought I had everything I ever wanted within my grasp, until he revealed that his leading designer was the key to his success. That he was going to marry her, as it was her only requirement for all her help. I was furious. He was perfect up until this moment. Now, all of a sudden, someone was trying to keep us apart. I wasted no time. I helped the intoxicated man to his room and out of his clothes. I made sure we had s*x

several times that night. I needed him to believe that he had gotten me pregnant. I was already over a month

pregnant before he even arrived here.

I’ve been very focused on my diet and watching what I eat. I couldn’t lose him by gaining weight too fast in

my pregnancy. I was four months pregnant, but I barely had a baby bump. The doctor we went to see had warned me that I needed to ensure the baby was getting the proper nutrients. But I assured her I was, and that morning sickness was just making it hard for me to keep anything down. Both she and Roger had bought it. I was just going to tell him the baby had come early.

I just hoped the baby favored me, or else Roger would ask why we had a baby with dark brown hair and green

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I’m Your Wife:

eyes, because that would be much harder to explain.

Roger didn’t answer me about who he was talking about. He looked me right in my face and dismissed my question. Telling me, “We were talking about an employee.” I could barely keep from calling him on his lie, but I guess she was an employee.

I found comfort knowing that his mother and sister were my biggest supporters. They welcomed me and were happy to help me ensure Elizabeth leaves with nothing. It was what she deserved for trying to take my man away from me. I don’t care how helpful she had been to Roger or the company. Roger was my husband,

and this was our money, not hers.

I sat down in Rogers‘ lap and wiggled in close to him. “I’m going to need an evening gown for the auction,” I

told him.

It hurt to watch him close his eyes and sigh. He was acting like I was causing him problems. He was the one who wanted me, not the other way around. It was infuriating to see his reaction, but I stayed quiet because my temper was about to explode.

“Sasha, didn’t you just spend a fortune in Paris? Are you seriously telling me that you don’t have an evening gown among all your new clothes?” He finally asked.

“I bought clothes to wear to work, Roger, I’m your wife. I need to represent not just the company, but you as well. You’ve always complained about how Elizabeth looked. You said that she was frumpy and never looked good enough to represent Cook Custom Jewelry. Who else needs to look good here, if not me? Your mother was the one who told me to do it. That I would be the new face of the company, and insisted that I needed to represent it well,” I sobbed, calling up tears as I kept my face lowered.

I was pissed, but I knew how to play this game well. I’ve done it since I was a child. I knew exactly what I was doing. When I heard him sigh again, I knew I’d won.

“I will take you to the mall tonight, but you need to keep it under a thousand dollars, Sasha,” Roger replied.

At my huff, he explained, “You are our new Director of Design, not my wife. Once everything is in my name, you can buy the things you want, but not right now. Don’t forget our deal, Sasha. Elizabeth will dig in, and we could lose investors if news of my marriage to you gets leaked. I love you, but we need to keep our

relationship under wraps for now,” Roger replied.

“As long as it isn’t because you’re embarrassed of me,” I said, as I snuggled into his chest. He was easy to

need to get as much out of this marriage as possible. Jerrod, my ex, had already told me that he had grown

Roger put the legal envelope he was taking home on the desk and grabbed the scissors from my hand. He opened one of the men’s clothing boxes, and I watched him pale as he realized that his clothes were inside the box. He pulled out his phone and tried to call Elizabeth several times. She never answered his calls. He

started texting, but I knew it was a waste of time. He had been texting her for days, with no reply. I think that she suspects something, but I haven’t told her anything, I was glad that she knew she had been replaced. But I was also terrified that she had just kicked us out of our home.

“I didn’t know the delivery was this big, Roger. I had just left to go home. When she said a big delivery had

arrived. I thought it was just a few boxes. If I had known Elizabeth had done this, I would have mentioned the

delivery earlier,” Dixon stated. He was just as stunned as we were about this.

“Where are we supposed to go now? I need to get my laundry done. I was looking forward to getting a good

night’s rest before the auction tomorrow. Why would Elizabeth do this to us? She doesn’t even know what

we’ve done yet. There was no reason to kick us out of our home,” I cried out.

Roger looked upset. I knew he didn’t have an answer for me. “Let’s go by the house and try to talk to Elizabeth. She loves me. She’ll understand,” he said. But this time around, it seemed like even he didn’t

believe what he was saying.

“We can go to a hotel, but we need to find a place quickly, Roger,” I pressed. He needed to snap out of it and man up. We had two options: his family’s home or a hotel. This wasn’t rocket science. He was acting like his world was over. It’s just a f*****g house. Get over it.

s over.

“Stop pushing me, Sasha. I’m trying to think,” he snapped at me. “Elizabeth has never acted like this before. She’s more than angry. I’ve never seen her like this. Could it be she knows what I’m trying to do?”

“I’m trying to help, Roger. You approached me, not the other way around. You’re acting like your life is but isn’t this what you wanted? A life and a business free of Elizabeth’s presence. You already have me; you don’t need her. I’m invested in this company too, even though I’ve just joined. I’m your wife. If you fail, I fail, No one cares more about your success than I do. So what if she’s angry? What can she do to you? You’re the

boss here,” I reminded him.

I should have known by his sudden anxiety that he had lied to me about that, too. It’s too late for doubts now.

Whether she knows or not, no longer matters. I’m Roger’s wife, and I refuse to let him go. What can she possible do about it anyway? She’s nothing compared to me. Let her do her worst. I’ll be happy to show her the error of her ways.