"Ana" Christian responds shocked. "What do you mean?"

"That's why I went back with Ray…"

"Ana!" Christian interrupts urgently. "What do you mean by 'made a pass at you."'

"Christian-"

"Did he touch you?" he asks angrily.

I look down. He guides my chin up so I'm looking at him again.

"Tell me" he says urgently.

"Yes" I admit softly.

"Where?"

"Oh God, Christian-"

"Tell me what he did to you" he demands softly, but the rage is evident in his voice. Shit. I shouldn't have brought this up…

"I don't really want to talk about it" I respond nervously.

"Ana" Christian says, and it sounds like his voice is breaking. "You can trust me baby; tell me what that bastard did to you."

There's a long pause, and Christian finally speaks again once he realizes I'm not going to talk.

"Does Carla know?"

"Yes" I scoff.

"And she's still going to marry the son of a bitch?"

"She stayed married to him back then" I reply angrily.

"But, how could she do that to you?" he asks as he strokes my cheek softly.

"I don't know" I say as I choke back tears. "I guess she just convinced herself that I made the whole thing up."

"She doesn't believe you?" he asks angrily.

I shake my head. "Apparently not."

"Did you ever tell Ray?"

"No" I scoff. "I knew he'd beat the shit out of him."

"And what makes you think I won't?" Christian asks. Crap. He's right. I really shouldn't have let this little secret slip…"

"Well" he says as he takes a deep breath. "Don't worry; he's never going near you. I'm going to make sure you never have to see him again."

"It's going to be kind of hard" I sigh. "He's marrying my mother."

Christian gazes at me intensely. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Because" I reply "It's uncomfortable, I don't like to talk about it…"

"But I told you about Elena-"

Shit. He's right.

He sighs. "Is that why you were so understanding with me? Why you hated her so much?"

"I guess that was part of it-" I admit shakily.

"Baby" he sighs as he pulls me close to him. "I wish you'd tell me. Please tell me what happened. I'm your husband. You can tell me anything. I need to know how to protect you…"

"Okay" I finally sigh. "I'll tell you. He um… Gosh this is awkward."

"No it isn't" he says soothingly. "It's just me baby."

"He just said some creepy things to me, and then he-"

"And then he what?"

"He put his hand down my shirt. It was for like a second, I pushed him away-"

He doesn't have a response. He just sits there with a blank expression on his face.

"You should have told me before" he whispers finally breaking the silence as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I know" I respond softly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry" he sighs as he gets up.

"Where are you going?" I ask shakily.

"I have a couple calls to make. I'm going to make sure you never have to see that son of a bitch again."

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