The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 10

Sloane's face burned as if she had just been slapped. She frantically tried to explain.

"I'm sorry. I just came in from the cold... my hands are freezing. I didn't realize how hot the water was."

"Enough, enough. Just pour another glass," Vincent waved his hand, clearly eager to kill the conversation. "Sloane, how is your father doing? I hope you told him you were flying out here so he wouldn't worry."

Sloane's father had been a small-time factory owner, managing a chemical plant that had nearly gone bankrupt years ago.

After Sloane married Garrison, the Foster family funneled massive commercial contracts his way, essentially resurrecting the business and turning it into a thriving empire. It was entirely thanks to the Fosters.

If it hadn't been for that financial lifeline, her father never would have forced her to drop out of college and marry Garrison in the first place.

"Thank you for asking. He's doing well, and yes... he knows I'm here," Sloane lied smoothly. She obviously hadn't told her father, nor had she mentioned her terminal diagnosis. The man only cared about his bank account. She hadn't been a real daughter to him in a very long time.

...

Sloane exchanged a few more polite, terribly humble pleasantries with her in-laws. After all, she wasn't here to pick a fight; she was here to ask Garrison to save her life. Now that she knew Vincent and Rosemary were fine, she needed to find an opportunity to tell Garrison about her condition.

Garrison had stepped out a few minutes earlier to take an academic phone call. Checking her watch, Sloane stood up.

"Vincent, Rosemary, get some rest. I'm going to step out for a minute."

"Mhm. Just leave Archie here with us," Rosemary muttered, not even bothering to look up as she fed the boy slices of apple.

Sloane gave a stiff nod and backed out of the room.

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