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 ...