My father’s desperation was palpable as he sat across from me in his office. The family business was on the brink of collapse, and the only way to save it was for me to marry Adriana, the daughter of a wealthy investor. I felt like a pawn in a game, traded for financial security.
The meeting with Adriana was a pleasant surprise. She was intelligent, witty, and beautiful. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and I found myself reconsidering my initial reluctance. But as our wedding day approached, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that I was sacrificing my freedom for financial stability.
The wedding was a grand affair, with corporate partners and family friends in attendance. But as we exchanged our vows, I felt like I was signing a contract rather than committing to a partner. Adriana’s smile seemed more like a calculated move than a genuine expression of joy.
On our wedding night, Adriana’s true nature revealed itself. She ordered me to fetch her a burger from a specific restaurant, two miles away, in the middle of the night. I was taken aback by her tone and the expectation that I would comply without question. But the threat of financial ruin hung over my head, and I felt trapped.
As the days went by, Adriana’s demands became increasingly degrading. She treated me like a servant, ordering me to perform tasks that humiliated me. But I observed her behavior, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.
That moment arrived when she ordered me to walk three miles in the rain to fetch her sushi. I refused, and she threatened to call her father to ruin my family’s business. But I was prepared. I had recorded her abusive behavior, and I was ready to use it as leverage.
The confrontation that followed was intense. Adriana’s father was shocked by her behavior, and she was forced to confront the consequences of her actions. In the end, she agreed to obey me, and for two weeks, I made her understand what it felt like to be controlled.
But my ultimate goal was divorce, and I had my lawyers working on the papers. When Adriana discovered them, she was furious, but I remained calm. I knew I had the upper hand, and I wasn’t afraid to use it.
As she left our apartment, I asked her to post on social media that we were separating amicably. She hesitated, but the threat of releasing the recordings kept her in line. The post went up, and I finally felt free.
The experience had been costly, but it had taught me a valuable lesson: no amount of money or family obligation was worth sacrificing my dignity and autonomy. I was ready to start anew, on my own terms.
