Chapter 385

Back when he first married Eleanor Carmody, he started feeling suffocated not long after. She was flawless—like an untouchable piece of art. Even in bed, there was this cold distance that made everything feel off. Her face was too perfect, so perfect it made him freeze up. Nothing felt right. So he went to Rosemary Miller. That woman looked at him like he was some kind of god, hanging on his every word, feeding every bit of his ego as a man. With her, he could go all in—raw, rough, no holding back. When Rosemary mentioned she didn’t want to take the pill anymore, he just waved it off like it was nothing. "Just have the baby," he’d said. "I’ve got more than enough money—I’ll take care of you both." And then? She actually got pregnant. Terrified that the Carmodys would find out, he packed her up and sent her overseas in the dead of night. After that, anytime he had a break, he’d hop on a plane and fly out to see them, soaking up all the affection and admiration he was missing at home. As