Jonathan's POV
The night before Savannah demanded a divorce remains my greatest regret.
I have committed countless wrongs, I acknowledge that much, but had I understood what was coming, I would have barricaded that door shut.
I would have dragged every piece of furniture against it, the dresser, the nightstand, the entire bed frame, then chained myself to the heating pipes to ensure I could not yield when my gorgeous wife called my name through the wood, pleading to enter.
But I failed to do so.
Like every other evening throughout our marriage, I allowed Savannah inside that night while she wandered in sleep, conscious enough to drive me beyond reason.
I understood it was forbidden, felt it deep in my bones, yet God forgive me, I am merely a man.
How could I possibly resist when she spoke my name like honey dripping from her tongue? When she begged for my touch with that trembling whisper reserved only for my ears?
