Jeremy’s pupils contracted. “You mean, last night, we…”
Madeline nodded before he could finish speaking.
Distress immediately surfaced on Jeremy’s features.
He admitted that he was infatuated with the woman in front of him, but he was also clear that such infatuation was an extrapolation of the yearning he felt for Madeline.
He meant it when he said he wanted to marry her, but he had never thought of engaging in any form of skin-on-skin relationship with another woman after Madeline.
He had approached Vera out of selfishness. He wanted to stare at the features of someone who looked exactly like Madeline a little longer, just so he could ease the guilt within him.
Yet right now…
He felt like a b*stard.
He claimed that he loved her, yet he found himself unable to withstand the allure of another woman in his moment of drunkenness.
“Look at you. You seem distressed. Why? Because I remind you of the ex-wife you hated so much? You must feel disgusting and dirty.”
Madeline
