Marrying A Wrong person can be draining

Previously

…He would have to speak to Eleanor. It would not be easy. There would be tears, perhaps accusations, and a storm of her displeasure. But he knew, with a certainty that resonated deep within his bones, that this was the only path that led to true peace. The path away from a gilded cage, towards an open sky. He would choose wisdom over lust, character over charm, and above all, he would choose his own hard-won peace. The thought brought a small, genuine smile to his lips, a smile that held no artifice, no pretense, only the quiet triumph of self-preservation. He had loved Eleanor, perhaps, but he had learned to love himself more, and to value the sanctuary of his own soul.