Eliza sits on the couch, her hands trembling as she holds the Reynolds Pamphlet. The paper feels heavy against her palms, each word burning into her consciousness like searing coals. Tears have stained the pages, smudging some of the disgraceful details about her husband's affair with Maria Reynolds. Her chest tightens with each ragged breath, the weight of betrayal pressing down on her lungs.

The sound of the door unlocking makes her jump. She looks up, her vision blurred by unshed tears, as the door swings open. There he stands - Alexander, her husband, the man she'd loved with every fiber of her being. Without thinking, she drops the pamphlet, the pages fluttering to the floor like wounded birds. She rises unsteadily to her feet, her body moving on its own toward him.

"How could you?" Her voice cracks on the words, raw with emotion as fresh tears spill down her cheeks. She stares at him, searching his face for some sign of remorse, some explanation that might make this unthinkable betrayal make sense. The man who once wrote her love letters now stands before her, his actions having spoken far louder than any words ever could.