"Alexander," you said clenching a letter. "What have you done?" Tears nearly manage to escape your eyes. "My dear what do you mean?" He asks, resting his hand upon your shoulder. You smack his hand away, in a fit of fury.
You grab a box resting upon the mantle of the raging fireplace. You stormed towards him, he puts his hands in front of himself in defense.
"You served in a war, and you still can't fight properly!" you scoffed. "No wonder Washington picked you, he wanted you to embarrass yourself in front of your friends! And Laurens... Poor Laurens!" you cried. "Is this what this is all about? Because there was nothing I could have done." His voice was trembling. "How do you know?" you sneered, crossing your arms. "You weren't there!" he yelled. "Neither were you! And who is Maria Reynolds?"
There was a long silence.
"Alexander!" you slapped him. "Who. IS. SHE?!?"
His face reddened. "I don't know?" You slapped him again. "LIAR! *gasp* You slept with her, didn't you?" you asked. "N-" he tried to say no. "Tell the truth!" you begged. "Fine! I did!"
You opened the box of letters.
"Eliza? What are you doing?"
You dumped the box into the fire, as your husband screamed endlessly. You walked away.
"I hope that you burn." You mumbled.
Just let it all burn.
