Crash.
The glass vase shattered against the wall, its shards scattering like his chaotic thoughts.
Alexander stood in the center of the wreckage bookshelves overturned, bottles of wine broken or the floor.
Earlier his assistant came and overturned a box filled with ‘gifts‘ that they found in the thrashcar saying:
“Sir, Miss Lavina had thrown everything that you gave her, she took no cash, no cards from you, i seems like she decided to completely cut all ties with you.”
The bedroom once decorated looked like a war zone as Alexander postponed his wedding, his men searching for me all over the city, in every nook and cranny of the country, 237 missed call: from Stephanie and the constant calls from Winslet family were left unanswered.
I was gone for real this time and the mere thought drove Alexander crazy. He was the one who decided our relationship since beginning and I only followed him, loved him and was so devoted like he was my world so Alexander had expected me to cling to him until the end and he would then kindly offer me some money and would visit sometimes as ‘friends‘.
A sharp knock. “Sir?” the butler’s voice filtered in.
“Get lost!”
The door creaked open anyway.
“I said get lost or I will kill you!” Alexander turned, picked up a paper weight from the wreckage and hurled it toward the doorway.
It landed inches from the butler’s foot.
He didn’t even flinch.
“Did you hurt Lavina?!” Alexander demanded, voice like broken ice. “Did someone in this house mistreat her to make her leave like this?!”
The butler hesitated.
Alexander strode forward, grabbing his collar. “Answer me!”
“Sir…you did and we…we followed your orders.” the butler swallowed, guilt crawling into his face “She wasn’t… Madam wasn’t given food for several days, didn’t you order the headmaid to teach her discipline and shift her to the freezing servant quarters? There was no warmth there in their
terrible winter.”
Alexander’s breath stopped.
“What else?” he whispered, deadly.
The butler looked away. “Some of the kitchen maids tried to sneak Madam Lavina fruit and toast at night. But she would… she would throw up all she ate soon after.”
His face turned to stone.
“Throw up?” Alexander repeated numbly.
“She would rush to the bathroom, throwing up multiple times…we thought it was nerves but
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now…” he hesitated “…now I think it may have been morning sickness, sir”
Silence.
Everything inside Alexander went utterly still.
Morning sickness.
Pregnant.
Pregnant… and starving?
He staggered back a step, hitting the edge of the broken coffee table. His knees nearly gave out. “No…”
“She never said a word and even ate spoiled.food to sustain herself…to protect what I beleive would have been our little master or miss.” the butler added quietly. “She just kept asking for more water and said she was tired. On the last night she lost her footing and…”
That word made his world tilt.
Alexander bolted out of his bedroom.
He burst into the living room, eyes scanning wildly.
And there it was.
Faint, but unmistakable, there were brownish red stains on the balcony i had collapsed,
He dropped to his knees, fingertips brushing the dried marks.
His throat burned. “She told me she was… exhausted, not that she fell off the balcony,”
“Get me the security footage!” he barked. “NOW!”
Minutes later, the screen came alive. He sat like a man possessed, watching, heart hammering,
The footage loaded.
Alexander’s breath caught.
There I was.
Looking ghostly pale, my arms clutched tightly around my barely sustaining body as I stepped barefoot onto the balcony in that worn grey nightgown he hadn’t even noticed I had been wearing for days. Alexander suddenly felt horrified to recall that this was the gown Stephanie discarded after he had sex with her in his marital bed….in the bedroom where he and i spend three years together.
In the footage I looked so… frail and sick as the wind blew my hair. As soon as my eyes flickered up to the night sky.
It was at that moment a sudden sharp sound echoed.
BOOM.
Pink sparks lit the sky.
And Alexander saw with wide eyes how my hand flew to my stomach protectively as I feel, soon lying in the pool of my own blood.
Alexander’s arms trembled when he saw how I was so broken when he had refused to beleive that I was sick and disallowed the servants to let me out until I apologised.
I looked straight up into the CCTV camera with tears streaming down my cheeks.
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“I apologize!” I admitted at last “I am sorry for ever meeting you… for choosing a heartless man like you… for ever loving you, Alexander Hamilton! For three years I was your support, your secret wife who loved you but now I hate you with everything in my heart!”
The video ended and Alexander could not hold onto his footing as he collapsed making the butler hesitate.
“S–Sir, we don’t think that the child made it…Madam Lavina most probably miscarried the baby.”
Alexander’s body went numb.
His hands trembled.
The screen kept playing but he couldn’t move, couldn’t blink.
He had done this.
He had chosen to ignore me.
He celebrated another woman’s birthday while his wife–his Lavina–lay dying on the cold ground
below.
And worse I had been carrying his child. For all these years Alexander told himself that he would not want me to give birth but but now that I lost the baby infront of him…he was devastated.
He clutched the arm of the chair so tightly the leather tore under his fingers.
He remembered the contraceptives I left behind.
The note in her letter.
The bitterness in my goodbye.
“She knew I didn’t want to be a father.
She knew I wanted our child gone?”
Alexander’s vision blurred as the reality crashed over him like a tidal wave.
I hadn’t just left.
He lost me.
And I had nearly died on my birthday.
All while he drank champagne with Stephanie under fireworks spelling her name.
