Annabel's POV

We reached the mansion and the first thing Myron did was bury his fist into the wall. I did not yell for him to stop because I was just as angry as he was.

He turned to me, “I don't want to see you near him ever again, Annabel.”

“I'm filing for a divorce, Myron.” I replied calmly.

“You're doing no such thing.” He chuckled, “You are going to leave me and the kids whom you've spent years with and for a man you think you're in love with?”

“Think?” I laughed, “Don't bullshit me, Myron. I might not remember everything, but I do remember what I need...