Endless love
William’s compliment hung in the air, creating a brief pause before Angelina’s reply, who, with a distant look, whispered,
“Get out.”
He grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to face him.
“Run away with me! Let’s go to America. We’ll have a new life there.”
“I love James, and I did all this to be with him.”
Her words carried a melancholy tone of despair, but William, insistent, fought back:
“He doesn’t love you. He loves Meg.”
Angelina shook her head, refusing to listen to his words. She knew that. She had always known that. James’ love for Meg had never been a secret to her.