He Begged Me In Tears When I Pretended To Cheat.

Holden and I were in an arranged marriage.

In these five years, he never even touched my hand.

I was sick of this marriage in name only.

So I deliberately staged a fake affair.

I took some suggestive photos and sent them to Holden from a burner number.

[Mr. Sterling, your husband tastes good.]

[I've liked Silas for a long time. Why don't you divorce him and let me have him?]

Holden was the proudest man I knew, with a severe obsession with cleanliness, and he couldn't stand betrayal.

I thought after seeing those photos, he'd furiously hand me divorce papers.