Eliza woke up to an empty house, the events of last night whizzing through her mind. Abandoned. Broken. Betrayed. Those were the words that she heard in her head. The same words. Over and over and over. It was enough that her husband had went behind her back. It was enough that he had published the affair for the entire world to see. The fact that she would probably be haunted by it for the rest of her life only made it worse. She thought it would be over. She thought that when she disposed of the memories, setting them on fire, she would burn them from her brain as well. And yet those same three words kept coming back to haunt her. Abandoned. Broken. Betrayed. Abandoned. Broken. Betrayed. Abandoned. Broken. Betrayed. Stuck in her head like a song, but this wasn't a song at all. She hated Alexander for what he had done. She hated him!
But the girl. The one he had cheated on her with, breaking her trust. Was she truly innocent, or was it her fault too? She wanted to get to know the girl, to see what her story was. And according to her husband, she lived but a block away. She rose from her bed, put on a simple blue and white dress, and went out to investigate. After walking for a block or so, she reached a small, shabby looking house with a shoddy paint job. This must be it, she thought. She rang the bell. A young woman in a red dress opened the door, a troubled look on her face. "Come in," she said. She doesn't look too bad, Eliza thought, letting herself in the house. She was nervous as fuck, but she tried to make herself clear.
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A Different Kind of Flame
FanficAfter the events of the Reynolds pamphlet, Eliza burns all of Alexander's letters. Why is it, then, that she finds the same words haunting her. But once she meets Maria Reynolds, all that changes. She wants to hate Maria, but she just cant. She find...
