Chapter 380

He'd been her husband for over two decades, so of course Jonathan Godfrey always knew Eleanor Carmody was stunning. She wasn’t the kind of beautiful that faded with age—it actually deepened, like fine wine getting better over time, gaining this effortlessly classy vibe. So why had he ended up obsessed with Rosemary Miller's body? Honestly? It was because Eleanor was too perfect. That kind of beauty—it wasn't just on the surface. It was in her bones. Untouchable. Out of reach. And that made him feel small. No matter how ambitious or greedy he was, he could never show his ugliest, darkest side around Eleanor. So all that filth, all those desires, he dumped them on Rosemary instead. Now, seeing her again after nearly two months, panic hit him at first... but then something twisted inside him. A strange rush of hope and longing. He suddenly started thrashing against his restraints, yelling her name like a madman. “Eleanor! Eleanor! I messed up, okay?” “Please forgive me. Drop the case, can