𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 64

Lewis Capaldi - Bruises, Faouzia - Tears of Gold, Anson Seabra - Walked Through Hell

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Present-day Elizabeth's POV

It's not completely Shawn's fault Adam died. He didn't know he was going to die. Three tricked him and it was a pretty smart move. 

But why didn't he just tell me? I mean, he has attorney-client privilege. I wouldn't have been able to use this against him even if I wanted to.

'Why didn't you just tell me?' I ask.

'I had to keep my sister and mother safe, Beth, they are the whole reason I started working for Three in the first place.'

'What about Madrid? Don't tell me you went to meet your father for dinner.' I say.

I knew he was lying about it the whole time.

Shawn shakes his head and quickly tells me about what he actually did when he was away for a few hours. The most frustrating thing about that day was the fact he snuck out when I was taking a shower.

'I just had to deliver some cash my dad gave me. I don't know why or where it went.' Shawn tells me.

'How do I know you're not lying to my face right now?' I ask.

'Because I could just decide I don't want to tell you, and you couldn't do anything about it if I did.'

I roll my eyes, letting all the information sink in Shawn just told me. 

It's still not clear to me why he left for two months. This all happened before we even knew each other, so I don't understand why he left me in the first place. 

I don't want to ask him, somehow I know I should be scared of the answer.

'So... where have you been these past two months?' I ask, avoiding my real question.

Why did you leave me?

'Canada. I had no business left here.' He answers.

'No business, huh?' I nod slowly.

I guess I'm "no business" to him...

He nods too. There is so much tension in the air, we could cut it with a knife. 

Aristo barks and jumps off the couch, probably sensing my rising anger. I pull my hair into a bun and pull at the string of my bathrobe.

He could have told me this. He could have-- no, should have told me this the moment he came to my office searching for an attorney. 

He wasn't even honest about what happened that night. He left out big parts, big important parts.

'You could've told me.' I say again.

'I would've put you in more danger than you already were.' He answers, avoiding eye contact.

'Why was I in danger?'

'Because of me. Because of the trial. Because of Tr--' He clears his throat. 'Three.'

'Stop answering in riddles! Just tell me the truth, Shawn!' I sit up straight. 

'Why did you leave me?'

'Promise me, you won't break up with me.' He answers.

'I'm going to tell you something...' I inhale sharply. 

'I'm not the one who broke us up. You are. The moment you walked out that door with all your shit was the moment you ruined this relationship.' I point at the door.