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EMILY’S POV.
“Stop.” I said, my voice ringing with terror, as I tried to push him away.
“Stop? You must be kidding me. I’ve been holding back for so long. Do you know how much I’ve wanted to hold you?” His hand pushed back my hair to land on my cheeks. Even his touch made cold waves rise in my chest. Cold waves embodying terror.
“John. I’m not married to you anymore. We have separate lives to live.” I said, swatting his hand from my face, staring at him with all the boldness I could muster.
“Separate?” He asked, with raised brows.
“I won’t let you touch me.” I said, venomously.
“I’d love to see you try.” He said, dragging my arm.
“John, stop! Are you going to stoop this low!? Stop it!” I cried, trying to fight against me. He pushed me to the bed, and I tried to run, feeling my
