My Submissive Husband Becomes My Benefactor

My husband, Lucas Holmes, lived with me and my parents.

Initially, I had an affection for his younger brother, Lester Holmes, but because of an incident at a class reunion, he exploited my vulnerability and slept with me while I was intoxicated.

This matter became widely known.

My dad had no option but to arrange my marriage to Lucas. However, the condition was that he had to adopt our family name. Lucas came from his father's previous marriage, and ever since his father divorced and remarried, their relationship wasn't very close.

My family was quite well-off, and I had been my parents' pride since I was a child. For him to become our family's son-in-law, Lucas’ father naturally couldn't be happier.

That was how we got married.

However, I was not happy about it because I liked his younger brother.

Due to my lingering dissatisfaction, I constantly targeted him. At night, I made him sleep on the floor and never allowed him on the bed.

During meals, my brother and I mocked and oppressed him, not allowing him to eat in peace.

When I was at gatherings with friends and it rained, even if he kindly came to offer me an umbrella, I would still scold him.

In short, if I didn't scold him, I wouldn't find inner satisfaction.

In short, he was a peculiar person. It was as if he had no temper at all. No matter how my family and I mistreated and oppressed him, he never got angry, always maintaining a gentle demeanor.

As for his looks, he was quite good-looking. But back in our school days, he was extremely shy, struggled with his studies, and had to repeat grades. He became the sort of person that made others shake their heads in disapproval.

However, his younger brother was different; he was charismatic, good-looking, and excelled academically. He was a prominent figure at school.

Thinking about how the budding flame of love between his younger brother and me was extinguished by him, I couldn't help but feel unhappy. In the middle of the night, I got out of bed, kicked him awake as he slept on the floor, and told him I was thirsty.

He was efficient, promptly getting up to fetch me some water.

He was considerate too, remembering to bring me a glass of warm water as autumn approached.

However, when I recalled that night at a class reunion when he took advantage of my vulnerability, I felt a surge of anger. I raised my hand and splashed the entire glass of water onto his face.

Even in that situation, he didn't get angry, silently heading to the bathroom.

As I watched his tall, silent figure, a hint of guilt arose in my heart.

However, when I remembered that he had ruined my lifetime of happiness, my guilt vanished.

And so, for three years, I continued to oppress and mistreat him.

However, over three years, many things happened. For example, my family went bankrupt, I