Miranda just glared at Brettly as he accused her of sleeping with Thomas, oh only if it would have been that simple.  But then maybe if she would just say what actually happened then maybe everything would be ok.  But hell he wouldn’t believe her in a million years now.  “Let me just put it this way, I haven’t been fucking Thomas, if I had I would not have been stupid enough of come straight home.  I am a trained FBI/CIA Covert Operative, trust me I know all the tricks of the trade and if I would have been fucking him I surely would have hidden the bruises.”<br/><br/>Miranda packed up a bag, not everything because she knew she was coming back.  Just not sure how soon that it was going to happen.  Miranda was watching him down the bottle of liquor and as she walked over to the bathroom grabbing a few things from there.  “Just like your father I see, let’s drown the world around us in a bottle.  But let me let you in on a secret; it doesn’t make the problems go away it just causes more.<br/><br/>Miranda had her bags and walked right over to Brettly and slapped him across his face, “That’s for being an ass.  Just wait until you learn what happened, you will be lucky if I come back at that point.  Honestly I thought you loved me, but apparently you haven’t changed.”  Miranda said as she walked out the door to the bedroom and hadn’t made it very far when she fell to the ground and started to cry.  Miranda then reached for her phone and called Thomas on the phone and wasn’t surprised when he didn’t answer, “Well I kept your secret, but it cost me everything.  You should have just let me come home on my own and none of this would have happened.”  Miranda said and closed her phone not realizing that Brettly could hear everything she had just said.