Page 3 of The Winter of Our Discontent (Pride and Prejudice Variations #1)

FITZWILLIAM DARCY, LONDON

I have made a gross error. I truly believed I was equal to doing my duty. I thought myself capable of swallowing my bile, clenching my jaw, and doing what must be done whilst maintaining my dignity.

But I hate her. I truly hate her.

It is said we reap what we sow, but for what sin committed are my sister and I to be plagued by such vicious and clever hunters of fortune? My mind is fractured, and I see nothing but blackness ahead of me for the length of my life.

I tore this page out of my journal and threw it in the fire.