Cliché Hamilton Imagines

#108 Alexander~"I Promise"

News of your husband's affair spread fairly quickly. It seemed as if there was no escaping it. Even now, one year and one child later, every person you spoke to asked how you felt about the whole ordeal. You would always put on a fake smile before answering: "Though it is not something I think fondly of, it has very little impact on our lives. Alexander is still the same man I married, and I love him." Lying has started to come rather easily to you.

Every day you saw him, you were reminded of what that man did to your family. Every time you close your eyes, you see that woman with your husband. Every time you see your children, you can't help but wonder if he ever thought of them. If he ever thought that how they would feel to see their image of their father completely destroyed. Every time you put on the wedding band, that you were strict to keep up appearances, you wonder if he ever meant it. If when he took that vow, he meant it.

You know you did. You loved him with all of your being. Until recently, you were sure that you loved him. Now, this all felt like a formality. You would never divorce him. Aside from the fact that there is no way you could ever win a case against one of the best lawyers in Manhattan, you hope that he still has some feeling for you. That one day, you are going to wake up, and he will be beside you, and he will love you. Truly love you.

But, common sense told you that day would never come.

You hear Alexander's quill scrap against the parchment in his study. You bounce your youngest son on your hip as you knock on the door. "Alexander?"

He hums in response, prompting you to open the door. "Supper will be ready shortly; would you like to come out and join us?"

He looks up at you. "I have to finish this, but I will be out as soon as I reach a stopping point."

You internally groan and roll your eyes. He would not be joining you for supper for the eighth time this month. "Of course. I will set aside a plate for you."

He nods. "Love you."

You hold your son closer to your chest. "Love you, too."

As soon as you shut the door, you close your eyes and let out a shaky breath. Kissing your son on the head, you whisper, "We'll get through this, Will. I promise."