I don't own anything.

Fiona had her suitcase packed and she saw the look on Michael's face.

"Your choice", she told him.

Michael shook his head, " can we not talk about this now?", he asked, annoyed. "I am..."

"Busy?" she snapped. "You always are". She picked up her suitcase. " I am going to accept Forkes' offer".

Forkes was Adrian Forkes. A rich client who had taken a liking to Fiona.

"Just...be careful", Michael told her.

" You are going to let me go with him?" Fiona fumed.

Michael lost his temper. "What do you want me to say?", he snapped at her. " My life is a mess. You really want me to say...?" He took a deep breath. "Because I do".

Fiona raised an eyebrow. " You 'do' what?", she teased. "You want me to go?"

"I do love you", Michael told her, quietly. " I just don't want to put you in danger". He shook his head. "I can't give you a 'happy ever after"

Fiona smiled, "I don't care about that", she told him. " I love you, Michael. Being with you is my happy ever after. It's all I want".

And he knew that she was telling him the truth.