Eleanor's POV
Everything that I'd been through in my marriage was fake. My wedding night and the days that followed after were just prolonged series of his insatiable s*x drives that could never be quenched.
I was helpless and fearful of the man I'd now have to call my husband. Everything I did infuriated him, if the breakfast was late, if I'd slept in after a long and demanding night of his so called 'Passionate love'.
I had changed without even realizing to what extent. I was beginning to lose my senses just as I was losing my own identity. I was turning into Ivan's idea of wife rather than the Eleanor I was before the wedding. The reminiscence of the day I was made to quit from work lives fresh in my memories to this day.
"Ellie, you don't need to work. I can take care of you
