At 2:00am, the rustling beside me woke me.I saw Marcus's brow tightly furrowed.I couldn't help but

At 2:00am, the rustling beside me woke me. I saw Marcus's brow tightly furrowed. I couldn't help but ask, why are you back? Did you have a fight with her? He remained silent for a moment, then gave a slow nod. I sat up and offered a quiet word of comfort. She's young and spoiled, just throwing a little tantrum. Buy her that bag or necklace she's been eyeing tomorrow and she'll be fine. He, he stared at me, a deep, unreadable look in his eyes, but ultimately didn't say a word. I lay back down and fell asleep as peacefully as ever. For years, it had taken four years to transform me from a hysterical, suicidal, jealous wreck into his most understanding confidant. At 7 a. M, Marcus walked out of the bedroom. He glanced at me. What's your schedule for today? I have plans for coffee, I replied, sliding the bowl of oatmeal toward him. Want some? He didn't sit. Instead, he pulled an envelope from his briefcase and slid it across the table. See if you like these. Inside were two VIP tickets to an art exhibition. I tucked them into my bag. Thanks. Thanks. What brought this on? Tessa likes the artist. He paused, his voice dropping slightly. These were extras. I nodded. If this had been years ago, that bowl of oatmeal would have been dripping from his face by now.#revenge #redditstories #redditreadings #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama