Watching her walk away for a second time... nearly destroyed me. But it was nothing less than I deserved from the things I put her through. I should have let her go. I’d already caused Emmie enough pain to last a lifetime. But I’m a masochist. Her pain is my pain. And she’s mine. Whether she likes it or not. She’s my wife. And the sooner she understands that she belongs by my side, the better. Till death do us part... I’m not letting her go. Nothing she can do will convince me that we’re not made for one another. We might be toxic. Combustible. A match made in hell. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. And together.