Pride and Prejudice IV

Instead, it became incredibly harder by the moment to recognize the man she’d never wanted inside of her more. The half of him so carefully hidden; the crook; the convict; the Vincent who now stood before her with no regard for her dignity. Yet she didn’t mourn the loss. Rather, wondered if the guilt that blossomed through her was on her fiancé’s behalf or because she simply didn’t care how callous her husband really was. She still loved him.

Some sick part of her felt more deserving of him; the man who had given her nothing but the world. She’d been little more than a spoilt brat—had forced her boyfriend into marriage for her own sake, trapped him in a pregnancy, however well-intentioned she’d been. She finally felt equal to the man she’d idolized. He’d degraded her. Rejected her. All but kicked her out.

So, she sat at his feet. Folded her own beneath her thighs. Dress creased in a circle around her