Meg felt like a prisoner, trapped in her own room. It was as if she was afraid to go out, and the thought of facing everyone outside was disheartening. She felt judged by everyone around her, as if she were an immoral woman and a liar. Defeated, her gaze roamed the yellowed walls of the room, finding refuge in the old china dolls that adorned the shelves. As Angelina, James, and Mr. Abraham fervently discussed preparations for the impending wedding, Meg felt increasingly excluded and disregarded. Everyone seemed more concerned with the details of the ceremony than with their own feelings. She could hear them discussing the most convenient date, the ideal place for the wedding, and even where they would live after the ceremony, as if she had no voice or active participation in it all. It was as if her will and her emotions didn't matter. An anger boiled up inside Meg, growing with each passing minute. How dare they ignore her wishes and plans for the future? How could they simply imp
Meg was determined not to get married, but before she did, she decided to have a talk with William. She felt calmer now and was able to articulate a whole sentence without collapsing into tears. "Are you going somewhere?" asked Angelina after seeing Meg leave her little bag on the table along with her hat and umbrella. "I need to go to the Barton residence, I have some business to attend to with my fiancé," she said, putting the hat on her head and leaving. "James has forbidden you." "And what is he going to do? Fight me into marriage?" she asked sarcastically. On the way to the Barton mansion, Meg relived in her mind the disgusted expression in James' eyes when he caught her in a compromising scene with William in bed. That grotesque image remained etched in her memory, fueling her anguish. The Barton mansion was imposing, filled with grandeur and all the splendor of a noble family. Although they had lost their titles, they retained their fortune and influence in Britis
Meg left the Bartons' mansion in a fit of rage and without thinking about the consequences of her actions. Although she felt a momentary relief to slap Wiliam's cynical face, she soon realized that her rash attitude would bring lasting problems, dooming her to have a scheming enemy. As she walked quickly, Mr. Abraham ran after her, calling her name desperately. He reached Meg with his automobiles and urged her to enter. "That is not necessary," Meg replied, still shaken by the situation. "Please allow me to take you home," Mr. Abraham insisted. After a few minutes of deep silence, he broke the ice. "That was an impressive slap," he said, with a mixture of admiration and concern in his voice. Meg remained silent. She knew she couldn't undo what she had already done, but she also had no desire to do so. "Mister Abraham," she said in a shaky voice, fighting back the tears streaming down her face, "Someone needs to believe me. I did not invite William into my room. I never would!
James thought too much, especially early in the morning when he was too awake to sleep and too sleepy to do anything but smoke. So he would just sit there in his office lost in daydreams and whining, he would let his eyes wander around the bookcase full of books, while his mind was lost in thought. However, Meg's blue eyes were the subject that most often stole his thoughts and left him absorbed in rambling. He sighed before taking another drag on his cigarette. Maybe Mr. Abraham was right and he was wrong. Maybe William had set him up and someone from inside his house facilitated his entry in exchange for some financial benefit. Although the servants in his house were old and loyal to his late mother who had always been a kind woman, they were not crazy about his wife, Angelina. He felt rather stupid, Meg was a good and innocent girl who would never take a man into her bedroom. And he was a foolish man who was blinded by jealousy. While James was immersed in these thoughts, o
James sat in his armchair, staring at the key that rested in the palm of his hand. It was a simple object, but it carried with it a deep and painful meaning. He knew what that key represented and understood perfectly why he had found it inside his wife's purse. Angelina, a shrewd and perceptive woman, had certainly noticed James' not-so-secret feelings for Meg and was reacting with jealousy. However, something still did not make sense to him: William's sudden obsession with wanting to marry Meg. James and William were inseparable during their childhood and adolescence. They grew up together, shared dreams and adventures, but since James returned from America, their friendship had worn thin. Something had changed, and James couldn't understand exactly what had gotten into them that made the bond between them so fragile. As James was immersed in his thoughts, Meg walked into the office, surprised to see him there. "Sorry, I just came to return a book," she said shyly.James held Meg
Meg hurried into her room, bringing her hand to her mouth to stifle her crying; she felt as if a stake was driven through her chest. She leaned on the wall allowing her body to slide until it touched the floor. Sitting there, on the floor of her chamber, she experienced the tearing pain that spread through her chest, permeating her entire being. She wondered how many times a heart could be broken and still continue to beat. The pieces to which her heart had been shattered were so numerous that it became impossible to gather all the shards, each fragment being a painful memory.His heart ached. It hurt her soul. Angelina, announcing her pregnancy with a beaming smile on her face, consumed Meg like a fatal blow. Angelina revealed with a victorious air that in nine months she and James would have a beautiful, plump, pink baby boy. As the employees commented on the arrival of the new member of the Campbell family, and talked about how happy Lady Martha would be, Meg struggled to smile
Angelina and William were sitting in an inconspicuous place in the back of a confectioner's shop, away from prying eyes, they enjoyed a steaming cup of tea. The worried expression in her eyes revealed the courage she had mustered to be there that morning, she had had to sneak out of the house to avoid her husband's questioning. Gently, he poured Angelina a portion of tea and held out a plate of cookies, as a comforting offer amidst the tension. Watching around cautiously, she leaned toward William, speaking in quick whispers. "I took a big risk coming here. James is extremely suspicious, he's sure I helped you get into the house. " he confessed, as his gaze was lost in the uncertainty of the moment. "I didn't think he would work." William tried to find words that would reassure her, though he knew nothing would. "But if he hadn't come, the risk would be even greater," she replied, trying to quell her fears. A glimmer of anguish crossed Angelina's eyes as she shared her concern
As Meg tidied up her room, her thoughts simmered with an escape plan, secret and risky. She meticulously prepared a small suitcase, which she hid under the bed, careful not to attract the attention of the servants. If anyone asked she would say that it was just her clothes that would be taken to the Barton mansion, but Meg had a very different plan in mind. She would flee at dawn, when everyone was asleep, for she was not willing to marry William, nor did she want to impose her troublesome presence in James and Angelina's home.She had no choice. Her heart yearned for freedom and a new life. As she finalized her preparations by putting some money into a small handbag, and hiding it at the bottom of a drawer, Angelina's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Dear Meg, could you go to the dressmaker in my place? My dress is ready," Angelina requested, with a tired expression. "Because of my pregnancy, I'm feeling a little unwell." Meg rolled her eyes, but agreed, for, she also had plans t