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Chapter 1-Edward
Nearly a year ago I had it all. I was healthy, my income was stable and I was in love. She was unexpected. I often said it was my horse that she bewitched, but it was my heart, not my horse that was bewitched.
I was not immune to the charms of women; I've unfortunately had my fair share of female related heartache in my life. But I've never known what real love was until I met Jane Eyre. She was so innocent, so unaware of the dangers of the world and yet she had own her share of heartache.
I wanted to protect her from the world, give her everything she deserved. My heart burst when she confessed that the feelings I held for her were not one sided.
But something wasn't right, I felt it. I tried to ignore it, only focus on Jane and our future.
Unfortunately, the feeling that something wasn't right got louder. Then it materialized in the form of Briggs.
"I declare an impediment, this marriage cannot go on".
With that, I knew that the truth had to come to the light.
I always knew Bertha was there, a constant reminder of the abuse and manipulation heaped upon me by my father and brother. If I would have known the truth about Bertha, the madness that was her heritage, I would have never consented to marry her. But that information was only disclosed to me until after the wedding vows were complete.
In my attempt to keep Bertha safe and my reputation in tact, I brought her back to Thornfield and hired Grace Poole. Then I left Thornfield, doing anything I could to forget what had been forced upon then.
Then I met Celine and before I knew it, Adele had been left in my care. As I did with Bertha, I took her back to Thornfield, left her in the care of Sophie and Mrs. Fairfax and then left, never expecting to want to return permanently. Then Jane entered my life.
The lies I had created ended our happiness. Before I knew it she was gone.
The fire, started by Bertha destroyed Thornfield. I tried to save her, but she jumped before I could. Somehow, I got out of the burning remnants of my home without a scratch. The physician said we were all lucky to get out alive. Now I live at Ferndean, waiting for the day when my Jane would return to me.
In my desperation to find her, I sent out letters, even employing Briggs to find out any information of where she might have gone. After months of searching, the news came from Briggs himself, who was also looking for Jane.
She had been staying with her newly discovered cousins, inherited twenty thousand pounds from her deceased uncle, and had recently acquired a position as a teacher. I had to smile when I read this, that was my Jane, industrious and intelligent. Now all I had to do was bide my time and wait.