Angelina was punctual like Big Ben, at eight o'clock she was at the door of Doctor Radcliffe's office. She was apprehensively lying on the gurney while he examined her again. "I've taken all the bottles of tonic," Angelina said in a choked voice, revealing her complaint and concern. "I did everything you recommended." The doctor looked at her with compassion and replied gently, "My dear, I fear for the worst. Perhaps you are infertile." "No," she cried. "It's been almost four years trying to get pregnant," he said. The doctor's words echoed in Angelina's mind like a death sentence, leaving her even more downcast. "That would be a tragedy! James would ask for an annulment of the marriage," she said, with a tone of voice that showed all her sadness and despair at the possibility of not being able to have children. The doctor put his hand on Angelina's shoulder and tried to reassure her, "Don't worry, we'll keep trying. She stood up from the stretcher and pulled herself togethe
Meg was determined to get a paying job, as she did not want to be dependent on James' livelihood. Although he allowed her to stay in his house, eating and drinking lavishly, Meg longed for independence and did not want to feel like a burden to him. It was not ingratitude. Meg would always be eternally grateful to the Campbell family for providing her with a welcoming home. However, witnessing day after day James being married to another woman was causing deep pain. At first, she felt happy to share the house with him, to enjoy meals together, but over time, it turned into a real torture. Looking at him every day and pretending nothing was happening was too hard. In addition, hearing Angelina's confidences about the couple's intimate life only increased Meg's anguish. At the end of the day, on returning home after another frustrated attempt, Meg came across James and Mr. Abraham in the living room, they were fiercely discussing some subject that she could not understand. Through t
Finally the long-awaited day of the ball had arrived. Meg tried to smile, staring at her face in the mirror once more. Not even the beautiful adornment she wore on her head was enough to cheer her up. She didn't feel like going to the ball at all. But Angelina was very adamant that this was what Martha would want her to do. That she should live! To her misfortune, the first person she met at the event was Angelina who was impatiently checking the guest list. "You look nice in your clothes," she said dismissively, "I'll let William know you're here." Meg was about to say that there was no need to warn him, but before she could say anything, William came toward her, a cretinous grin on his face and a cigarette in his fingers. She had always found his behavior arrogant and superior. But lately he has been in good company. “You look very pretty today, Miss Margaret," he said, smiling. “My parents are looking forward to meeting you”. Meg was anxious to find James, sh
Meg pulled away abruptly, trying to understand what had happened. She touched her lips with her fingertips, feeling them still warm. Her blue eyes showed her confusion, Meg stared at James without saying anything. Her feelings were confused, she had always loved James and longed to be kissed by him. She had fantasized about this moment countless times before going to sleep, but never believed it would actually happen. Now that it did, she didn't know what to do or how to act in the situation. "Meg," he tried to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat. As Meg looked at him again, her sadness and disappointment were mixed with a hint of joy and hope. It was such an intense moment that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Without saying a word, she made the decision to flee, running in desperation. In her escape, she bumped into Angelina, leaving her surprised. "Here you are hiding," Angelina roared. James stood still, watching Meg pull away, he felt an urge
James was immersed in a deep melancholy in the living room, enveloped by a dense cloud of cigar smoke, while a bottle of liquor rested beside him. His lips still tasted of the burning kiss he had given Meg, and his mind remained immersed in the confessions they had exchanged. The love they felt for each other was undeniable, intense and true, but this was the tragedy that surrounded them. It was a forbidden love, an impossible love, destined to face innumerable barriers and challenges. Angelina appeared at the door, accompanied by the driver, showing signs of weariness on her countenance. "I wish you would have waited for me," Angelina expressed, revealing a slight hint of disappointment in her voice. He raised the bottle and took another sip before replying, with a slight disdain in his voice, "You know perfectly well how much these social events bother me." His lips pressed against the mouthpiece of the bottle as the bitter liquid trickled down his throat, momentarily bringing
Meg was going through a difficult time, perhaps the most difficult of her short life. When Martha died she felt immense pain, her soul was torn apart, but that pain was the work of fate, the pain she felt now, was not a work of chance, nor a fatality, the events were planned and executed by people close to her, and the person she loved the most did not believe in her innocence. Meg tried tirelessly to argue and explain her version of the facts by saying that she would never invite William into her bed, but her words fell on deaf ears. No one seemed to believe her or even hear what she had to say. She found herself without the right to defend herself, while everyone around her accused her. Everyone believed William's words. "A deep hurt took hold of Meg, especially towards James. They had known each other since childhood, he was fully aware of her feelings, he knew of her love for him. Therefore, the disappointment was even more intense, as Meg placed her hope in the strength of t
Meg felt like a prisoner, trapped in her own room. It was as if she was afraid to go out, and the thought of facing everyone outside was disheartening. She felt judged by everyone around her, as if she were an immoral woman and a liar. Defeated, her gaze roamed the yellowed walls of the room, finding refuge in the old china dolls that adorned the shelves. As Angelina, James, and Mr. Abraham fervently discussed preparations for the impending wedding, Meg felt increasingly excluded and disregarded. Everyone seemed more concerned with the details of the ceremony than with their own feelings. She could hear them discussing the most convenient date, the ideal place for the wedding, and even where they would live after the ceremony, as if she had no voice or active participation in it all. It was as if her will and her emotions didn't matter. An anger boiled up inside Meg, growing with each passing minute. How dare they ignore her wishes and plans for the future? How could they simply imp
Meg was determined not to get married, but before she did, she decided to have a talk with William. She felt calmer now and was able to articulate a whole sentence without collapsing into tears. "Are you going somewhere?" asked Angelina after seeing Meg leave her little bag on the table along with her hat and umbrella. "I need to go to the Barton residence, I have some business to attend to with my fiancé," she said, putting the hat on her head and leaving. "James has forbidden you." "And what is he going to do? Fight me into marriage?" she asked sarcastically. On the way to the Barton mansion, Meg relived in her mind the disgusted expression in James' eyes when he caught her in a compromising scene with William in bed. That grotesque image remained etched in her memory, fueling her anguish. The Barton mansion was imposing, filled with grandeur and all the splendor of a noble family. Although they had lost their titles, they retained their fortune and influence in Britis
Angelina’s awakening was gentle, something that hadn’t happened for a long time, and she opened her sleepy brown eyes. The pleasant sensation of the warmth of another body next to her made her feel momentarily safe, but her tranquility was abruptly interrupted when she realized that she was on William’s bare chest.“What are you doing here?” she asked angrily, kicking him off the bed.William, ignoring the risk they were taking at the moment, answered, still wrapping his arms around her,“Why are you up so early?”Her hard gaze stared at him in silence.“Have you gone mad? You can’t sleep here in my room. You have to go back to your quarters before the maids wake up. Do you want to ruin my reputation?”He didn’t hear a word she said. She could only see her lips moving soundlessly. William was ecstatic to be there with Angelina.“Have you ever been told that you’re beautiful in the morning?”William’s compliment hung in the air, creating a brief pause before Angelina’s reply, who, with
ChapterMeg and William were anxiously awaiting the arrival of the detective, who was considerably late. Just as they were on the verge of giving up, a series of knocks on the door broke the silence. Meg quickly hid while William cautiously opened the door. Outside stood the detective, panting and visibly worried.“Peter, please come in,” said James.“I’m sorry I’m late. I had a big mishap on the way out of the station. They tried to mug me.”He wrinkled his forehead.“Are you all right?”“Yes.”“Would you like something to drink?” asked James.“My friend, this time I’ll accept, because what I’ve discovered and brought with me is cause for celebration. I think we’ve got him.”Peter smilingly placed a series of documents and photographs on the table that incriminated the doctor responsible for monitoring Angelina’s pregnancy.“This man was never a doctor. He’s the son of a butcher, and everything he knows about medicine was learned by opening the bellies of pigs. I got the information
Ever since he read the messages his mother had exchanged with Mr. Abraham and discovered the torrid romance between them, James never went to work again. He couldn’t face it and pretend everything was fine. He had always been a cold-blooded person, a man of logic and numbers, used to facing the challenges of everyday life with serenity. But the secret revealed in the letters affected him deeply.What disturbed him most was the image of his mother, the woman he thought was immaculate, almost a saint, who was his boss’s mistress. This answered many questions he had: the generosity of the gifts and the high salary he received.Mr. Abraham was worried about James’ absence and silence. So he went to the Campbell residence himself. Mr. Barton knocked on the door several times, but there was no answer.“James, I know you’re here. Your car is parked outside,” he said in a firm voice.“James, if you don’t answer, he might call the police,” whispered Meg, not understanding what was going on.Ja
The day was slowly dawning, but no one could sleep in the old hospital. Everyone was gathered in the office of the Mother Superior.“Incompetents! They let her escape right under their noses. Useless! You’re all useless!”The mother's superior shouts echoed throughout the hospital, filling the room with her rage. She was screaming and sweating while a nun wiped her forehead with a handkerchief.“A fire broke out in the hotel. A candle fell near the curtain and it wasn’t anyone’s fault,” one guard defended himself.“Now, what do we do if she decides to open her beak?” said the nun, anxiously reaching for another dry handkerchief to continue wiping the mother’s face.“She’s out of her mind. No one will believe her,” said the guard with a hint of disdain.Mother Superior began to walk around the place as she always did when she was furious and needed to think. It calmed her down and helped her relax. The windows were covered with heavy curtains that kept out the dawn light. The office wa
The next morning, Meg woke up alone in bed, the room empty and silent. She lay still for long minutes, trying to convince herself that she wasn’t dreaming. She remembered the passionate kisses and vows of love that had taken place the night before.Meg cried, but they were tears of happiness and joy. She was safe and happy. There was no sign of James, and she couldn’t have been happier.She looked around as if it was the first time she had entered that room. It was one of the guest rooms with a privileged view of the immense garden. Meg was grateful to wake up in the Campbell mansion. After all those months, she had been stuck in the hospital, sleeping in a hard, uncomfortable place. She was afraid of being attacked in the middle of the night, or of simply being abandoned by everyone.Noises coming from the kitchen and a strong smell of something burning caught her attention. She quickly got dressed and ran downstairs to find it. Then she was confronted with an adorable and, at the sa
James opened the bottle of wine and enjoyed the drink in his glass, taking each sip calmly. Silently, he celebrated his brilliant victory. It had been a long road since he had hired the private detective. There had been many false leads, many closed doors, and misunderstandings. He thought all was lost.After a few minutes, he smiled sideways and lit a cigar, letting it burn on the bed while deliberately knocking over some lit candles on the curtains. Within minutes, the room was filled with fire and smoke.He took the last sip from his glass of wine and then called the hotel reception to report the fire in the room.“I need help here. The room is on fire,” he shouted.The door was flung open. Several employees carrying buckets of water tried to contain the fire. The panicked guests made a commotion in the corridor, running and shouting non-stop.Only then did the nurse realize that something was wrong. With a distressed expression, she approached James and asked: “Where is she? Where
Meg was immersed in a bathtub. Two women were rigorously washing her hair and scrubbing her back with a sponge to remove all the dirt from her body. She knew why they were perfuming her body and applying make-up to her face. And the reason was far from noble. "Wash well, remove all the dirt from her," ordered one of the nuns. They put new, clean clothes and a tiara on her head. "That's good. She looks very beautiful," one of the women said. Mother entered the room and almost didn't recognize her. "Do you know where you're going?" she asked, looking directly at her. Meg looked at herself in the mirror, her make-up was strong and eye-catching. "They told me.”"Do you know what you have to do?" "No.” "Don't do anything. Just lie down and wait for him to finish." Sophia told her almost exhaustedly not to do anything, not to cry or try to fight, just to wait until he was finished. But how to remain calm in this situation, where she would have her body violated by a stranger.
Despite her advanced pregnancy, Angelina managed to convince James to let her go to the country house with her mother and some maids, one of whom was a very skilled midwife. She planned to stay there until she gave birth to James' son. The journey wasn't very long, but it was exhausting and Angelina's mother didn't stop complaining for a minute. The cottage was a haven that her family enjoyed every summer with picnics by the lake and horseback riding. But in recent years it has gone unused. "That's very reckless. I don't know how your husband allowed such a whim," the mother remarked again, throwing herself down on the sofa while one of the maids waved a fan at her. "Mother, my husband has other worries," Angelina replied, helping the maids to open the windows. The woman took the fan from the young woman's hands and ordered: "Make me some refreshment." She went to the window where her daughter was standing and they both looked out towards the lake. "Is he still looking for
The sun's rays gently invaded the room through the gaps in the curtains, while the pillows rested serenely on the bed and the hats remained organized on the shelves. Everything was exactly as it had been before. James sat on his mother's bed, flooded with a sense of nostalgia. "I couldn't keep my promise to look after Meg," he muttered, his tone heavy with regret. He picked up one of his mother's beloved hats and then opened the jewelry box. He planned to present Angelina with some family joy, something he should have done at the beginning of her pregnancy but had neglected to do. Among the precious pieces was a sapphire necklace that Angelina had long wanted. James decided to surprise his wife with this little treat. However, in a moment of distraction, the box slipped out of his hands and all the jewels spilled onto the carpet. "Damn," he exclaimed in frustration. Looking more closely, James discovered the presence of a false bottom in the box and found several yellowed envelop