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Chapter Seven - part 1
'There's nothing better to one's health than loving and being loved in return', a poet once said.
Chapter Seven
After the life-changing weekend with Darcy, Elizabeth felt unhinged. More lost than before, unsure of what to do. The following week's classes were a total waste since her mind was filled with her handsome friend, lover and now betrothed – if a married woman could have such a commitment.
She was deeply in love with Darcy, their bond getting stronger every day and it was impossible to pinpoint the moment she let herself get so involved. He gave her constant proof of feeling the same way about her, even by making plans to turn his life around to live by her side.
Her children, her job, her family – it all looped in her mind destroying her peace and the doubt gnawed at her fragile heart.
That Thursday, once again fidgeting with the divorce lawyer's card, Elizabeth decided to take action and called Ana Gardiner. An impatient Elizabeth chatted for a while until her restlessness made her cut short her friend's pleasantries and ask to meet her son. Delighted, Gardiner invited Elizabeth for tea before she went home that same week promising Weston was going to be there.
Her cheeks on fire, Elizabeth added: 'His boss can't know 'bout this.'
'He'll be visiting his mother. His hot-shot boss has no business in my house, Bennett.' Gardiner said sensing her old friend was in trouble. 'But you want more than meet my baby, right?'
Elizabeth bit the inside of her cheek considering how could she answer. 'May I not compromise myself, friend?'
When Weston Gardiner arrived from Manchester at his mother's that Friday evening, Elizabeth was already there waiting for him. They exchanged greetings and she marveled at her friend's grown son who looked like a boy with his smooth chin and skinny body, he thanked her for the push on his career and she pounced immediately.
'Weston, I need to read the files Fitz has on me and my husband.' Elizabeth said looking intently at the ginger boy seated across from her on Gardiner's small dining table, a steaming tea cup in front of each of them.
He raised his brows and his face lost all color.
'Files?' Gardiner asked surprised. 'What are these files?'
'I know you collect info on us, Weston.' Elizabeth reached across the table and squeezed the boy's hand. 'Please, don't tell Fitz I asked you to let me read it.'
'Mrs. Wickham, I…' He stuttered.
'What are you talking about, Bennett?' Gardiner asked.
'Call me Lizzy or Elizabeth.' She kept eyes intent on the boy's face. 'But I need to know what is in these files.'
"… What's it gonna take to make a dream survive?
Who's got the touch to calm the storm inside?
Who's gonna save you?..."
Alive and Kicking – Simple Minds
Will you be good?
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