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
Meg awoke with a jolt as she heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. She was curled up like a ball, lying on the cold, damp floor. Her face was bruised and dirty, while her whole body ached intensely. Her mind felt like a bomb about to explode and her heart was beating fast. Terrified, she tried to locate herself by looking around, and realized that she was locked in a dark, windowless room where she could barely see an inch in front of her nose, only a small sliver of light coming through the door. A sigh of pain escaped her lips as she tried to move. Everything around her became quiet. The gloomy silence was broken only by the rapid beating of her heart, echoing in her ears like an anxious drum. With effort, Meg tried to get up, but a strong dizziness stopped her, causing her to fall back to the floor. She struggled to align her thoughts and remember what had happened. Fragments of memory surfaced in her mind: the strange driver, the dark faces of those unknown men..., but
Meg screamed, cried and screamed again. Her screams echoed through the dark and cold environment, unanswered. Caged in a room with only fear and darkness for company, she heard the screams of other women as well. Time after time, someone would throw a piece of musty bread in her direction, accompanied by a mug of dirty water, just enough to keep her from starving to death. As the pain of hunger and cold settled into her weakened body, Meg couldn't help but think of James. Had he suffered by noticing her absence? Would he have looked for her when he realised something was wrong? Or maybe, just maybe somewhere inside himself, he felt relieved by her sudden departure. Questions without answers consumed his mind, stirring his anguish. The days dragged on grew exceedingly long. Hunger gnawed at his empty stomach, thirst punished his dry throat and cold penetrated his bones. It was an unrelenting torture that threatened to destroy his sanity. The door opened and a man in a long tu