My husband paid me nine figures to marry him for three years and promised never to touch me.

My husband paid me nine figures to marry him for three years and promised never to touch me. Two years later, he crawled into my bed drunk. Holden and I had slept in separate rooms from the day we married. Our arrangement was simple. I gave him a respectable wife who satisfied his family's demands and discouraged unwanted admirers. He gave me financial security. Neither of us asked for love. The first time he entered my room after drinking at his company's annual party, he mistook it for his own. He was too heavy for me to move, so I stayed at the edge of the bed until morning. When he woke, he buttoned his shirt with his usual precision. Thank you, he said. I apologize for intruding. He sounded like a courteous stranger. Later, an expensive pink sapphire necklace arrived as compensation. The necklace was beautiful and completely impersonal. Holden had chosen something valuable enough to acknowledge inconvenience without requiring a conversation about why he had come to my room or whether sharing the bed had affected him. I wore it once to dinner because gratitude was easier than honesty. He noticed it, nodded politely and discussed the weather. To anyone watching, we were an unusually civilized married couple. We never argued over money, family or jealousy. The peace existed because every subject capable of hurting us had been removed from the agreement before we signed it.#revenge #redditstories #redditreadings #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama