Jeremy's hands started to shake and his heart started to beat in his throat. Maybe because his blood started to pump faster, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
Emma... How could she do that?
Holding his stomach, he got up. He wanted to hide and sulk but he knew Emma would definitely send the picture to Jerlina to get back at him for cutting off his relationship with her.
And all he could imagine was his pitiful little wife, curling up in a corner somewhere and crying. He just wanted to get to her and hug her.
He knew she probably won't even look at his face anymore. He's useless as a box of rock. He left her to suffer alone that day she almost became prey to the scythe of the grim reaper.
She had to pull herself together and it was Wyatt who helped her that day. And on top of that, she even helped him that day.
What good am I?
