I Choose You

Chapter 70: Secret's Out

          Sloane is released a few days later, not needing to stay, but keeping her to make sure she was mentally okay. She goes home with Eric, going about their daily lives and trying to live with everything that has happened. Eric comes home one night from work having a bad day, in a horrible mood.

          "Where the hell is my case file?" Eric yells from his study.

           Sloane flinches a little when he yells, sitting in the living room and flipping back and forth through the channels.

          "Do you know where the hell they are?" he storms out.

          "Why would I know where they are? I don't go in there."

          "I'm sorry it's just; it's a crucial case file."

          "Everything is a crucial case file."

          "What?" he walks closer.

          "I said everything is crucial."

          "Don't start with me today Sloane."

          "I'm not. I'm saying everything is important. You have an important job."

          "I'm glad you're not talking to that Liam asshole anymore."

          "Mhm. Me too."

          "I didn't hit him hard enough," Eric mumbles, walking to the kitchen.

          Sloane follows him. "What do you mean you didn't hit him hard enough?"

          "What? I didn't say anything."

          "When did you hit him?" Sloane says sternly.

          "Sloane..." Eric shakes his head.

          "WHEN!" she screams.

          "The night he was in his accident, it was me! Okay! It was me! And I wish I would have ripped his damn truck in two not just barely."

          "You almost killed that little girl," Sloane says softly. She looks at him, taking her wedding ring and engagement ring off and setting it on the table by the door, turning and walking towards the door.

          "Where the hell do you think you're going?" Eric follows.

          "Anywhere you aren't," she grabs her car keys.

          "So you're leaving me? What? Are you gonna go back to that asshole? You never loved me."

          "Believe whatever you want, and no I'm not. I'm going to go and live my own life for a while. Not what you want me to be. Not what he wants me to be. Not what my dad wants me to be," she says, grabbing her phone and dropping it on the ground, stomping on it. She walks out.