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the woman inside had to be as well.

    Things needed to change.

    Serenity had been curled up in bed for an hour when she heard Jackson’s heavy footsteps on the stairs. Her whole body tensed, but she forced her muscles to relax and made her breath steady and even, hoping Jackson would think she was asleep.

    She listened as he went through his nightly routine in the bathroom; brushed his teeth, washed his face and took a leak. Jackson shed his clothes on his side of the bed. She would be the one to pick them up again in the morning as he slept on regardless.

    He slid his warm body in beside her. She faced away from him and he pressed himself up against her back, fitting his knees into the back of hers. He wrapped an arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck.

    “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered into her hair. “I love you so much. Why do you make me do these things to you?”

    A mixture of beer and toothpaste scented breath washed over her and the strange combination stoked the fire growing in her belly. She didn’t want him anywhere near her.

    “Hey, I’m sleeping,” she said, trying to move away.

    He grabbed her upper arm and he pulled her over to face him. Serenity tensed, her body hard and unwelcoming, but Jackson ignored the physical messages and kissed her face with frantic, hard pecks.

    “God, you’re so beautiful,” he told her.

    “Jackson,” she said, pulling her face away from his. “Not tonight. I’m tired.”

    “Shhh,” he said and put his hand over her mouth, stopping her words. Her heart picked up a beat and she tried to twist away from him. He climbed on top of her, forcing his knee between her legs, pushing them apart.

    “Jackson...” she protested, her voice muffled beneath his clammy palm. “Stop it.” The words came out ‘sho-iik’ and he ignored her. She tried to clamp her legs back together, struggling against him.

    “I love you,” he murmured, as though the three words could heal her wounds. “You know how much I love you.”

    He took his hand off her mouth and grabbed hold of her right arm, pinning it behind her head. With more force, he shoved his knee back down, bruising the inside of her thighs.

    “Jackson!” she shouted, fear tainting her voice. “I said no. Get off me!”

    She tried to push him away, but the position he held her in, with one arm above her head and his whole body pinning her down, meant she couldn’t move.

    He kissed her again, forcing his mouth on hers, mashing her lips against her teeth. His free arm reached down toward her panties, trying to pull them aside.

    Fear raced through her. Would he do it? Would he actually rape her? Jackson was free with his fists, but he’d never stooped so low.

    “For fuck’s sake, Jackson,” she yelled. “Get the fuck off me!”

    For a moment, she thought she’d got through to him, he’d listened to her for once, but then she felt the unnatural way he lifted off her.

    Jackson flew away from her, leaving her half-naked and exposed on the bed. He soared backward through the air and crashed into the dresser on the far wall, opposite the end of their bed.

    He hit the unit with a sickening crunch and slumped down to the floor, groaning.

    Frightened, Serenity sat up, pulling the sheets around her.

    “Jackson?” Tentatively, she called her husband’s name and tugged the sheets tighter around her body. Adrenaline sent blood rushing through her ears, her eyes pricking with tears of fear. What the hell just happened?

    She climbed off the bed, taking the sheets with her, and approached her spouse as she would a wounded wild animal. “Jackson? Are you all right?”

    He groaned again and clutched at his lower back.

    Serves you right, you fucking bastard, came a spiteful, bitter voice in her head.

    Jackson’s eyes flickered, the whites showing unnaturally bright. For a moment, Serenity thought he would pass out cold, but then he bolted upright, his eyes darting back and forth, scouring the