Annabel's POV

In a millisecond, he had taken my gown in his hands and torn it to shreds. I panicked, my hands holding his broad shoulders to keep him from leaning in.

"Myron, get off me!" I gave a quiet scream, not wanting to wake my kids however Myron was beyond control.

"Not today, Annabel!"

He took both my hands and pinned them above my head. My eyes widened as I stared up at him, frightened.

"It's been three years," he groaned, "Three long years Annabel. I thought after what happened with Scott all you needed was time. I have given you time yet you keep drawing away from me!...