84. Self-inflicted jealousy.

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"I do not love him, I love you. We've been through this before, remember?"

"Then why keep it all Chloe?! Shit, I mean I knew that what Stephen had got was bad but I didn't realise it was this bad!" He pointed to the laptop. "How can you have been so fucking stupid?!"

"I'll delete it! I'll destroy the laptop!" She was desperate to calm him down.

"It's too late for that now." He snapped back and started pacing the room. "I tried to warn him off, but if this gets out you'll destroy Michael's marriage and you'll destroy us because we'll be over. This would finish us." He walked out of the room and she followed him into the hallway, watching as picked up the car key.

"Seb, I'll do it now, I'll take it outside and I'll destroy it right now." She grabbed his arm but he yanked it viciously away and went to the door. "Where are you going?" He said nothing back but just gave her an angry look before opening the door and leaving, slamming it shut behind him. Within seconds she could hear the roar of the Maserati's engine as Seb drove off. The house fell silent and she stood there for a moment longer, willing for the car to come back. Chloe let out a shaky sigh and wandered back into the lounge stopping to look down at her laptop on the sofa. Why couldn't Seb have just left it alone? Why had she been so stupid as to leave all those images and videos on there? She looked around the large room that led straight on to an open plan kitchen. This house was beautiful and Seb had surprised her yesterday, telling her that he'd bought it for them, it was somewhere fresh to start making new memories, it was their future beyond formula one. Now it felt empty and she hoped that he wouldn't long before he came back and she could start trying to make things up to him. She shook her head as tears rolled down her cheeks, she didn't want to cry. Instead she picked up the laptop and walked through to the kitchen; opening up the french doors she strode purposefully out into the garden towards the swimming pool and she threw her laptop into the water as hard as she could, letting out an angry cry as it hit the water and then sunk like a stone. She was breathing heavily as she watched it hit the bottom of the pool, for a moment it felt good, it was a cathartic release but then she thought that, seriously, what good was it doing her? The images were still out there, and what did Seb mean when he'd said that he'd tried to warn Stephen off? When and how? What if he'd made things worse? Realising that she couldn't realistically leave her laptop at the bottom of the pool she dived in, not caring that she'd done so while wearing a white loose fitted summer dress and not noticing that Antti had seen her. When she emerged from the water he was standing there watching her, looking confused. "Don't ask." She looked at him, suddenly feeling terribly exposed in her wet, see through dress.

"I don't need to, I heard you." He replied, trying hard to keep his eyes at her face.

"Hasn't anyone told you it's rude to listen in to other people's conversations?" She stalked past him, gripping onto the laptop with water running out of it and off of herself.

"It was kind of hard not hear you both." He followed her.

"There's six fucking bedrooms in this place, I'm sure there's one where we can't have been heard." She reached a large patio area and unceremoniously let go of her lap top, it clattered loudly onto the hard ground. She bent down to open it and then proceeded to stamp on it with fury.

"Chloe, what are you doing?" He stepped closer to her.

"What does it look like? I'm fucking destroying it, are you blind or something? Ugh!" She let out an frustrated grunt as she stamped on the screen.

"I know Seb shouldn't have looked but...."

"No, he shouldn't, but then I shouldn't have kept this shit on here, I should have got rid of it years ago but after Michael's accident I just couldn't. I couldn't let go and now......" She stamped on the keyboard one more time, sending more lettered keys flying across the patio. "Antti, what if Seb doesn't come back?"

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