He married me for sex and i signed for money...

i had been a callous girl since i lost my father.... actually my step father he was my best friend he taught me basics of sex and many sill things..
After his death i lost bond with my mother because she never cared about what i did and how i reacted to certain situations much less how i felt about anything..  Harry came along one night while i was tipsy in the club on Awolowo road.. he must have been keeping tabs on me because he simply just called my name acted so familiar with me, it was easy to play along because i was already in friendly mood thanks to the alcohol in my system.... Harry grabbed me with his muscular arms and arrested my lips with a long kiss, that surely looked like he had waited for so long to release that kiss to me.
when i could finally breath all i heard from his cool looking lips was ''i have a business proposition for you, well that is if you are interested..'' he winked with a smile, i was tripped and said yes... soon enough we were done talking and had agreed, i was to be his wife only for sexual pleasures for a period of years to be paid the sum of 5 million naira well at least that was what we finally agreed on...

I never expected him to love me neither was i obligated to love him and it went on for two years with to fights, he didn't expect me to cook his meals or wash his clothes and other responsibilities of a normal wife all he wanted for me to give was good sex when ever and where ever he wanted it...
 Harry considered me much more than that but i never knew this, the contract was over and i opted for a divorce, Harry wont respond and won't say a word as regards the issue and this made things rather though for me to understand.. i fought with him and he wont respond to me some times i even showed up at home drunk instead he will help me to bed and so on.. until i got fed up and ran away because he had become too nice, patient and gent to be what we had agreed.. Two weeks ago i saw him at the Mall and tried escaping, well atleast i felt i did until he showed up at the hotel where i lived, i was still a callous girl and he was a perfect gentle man... we had sex again and he asked that i come back home and get things done the right way... readers please advice, ''what should i do?