The next morning, Henry, Rebekah Grace and I all sat in my bed having breakfast When Demelza returned up to the room.

"Letters for you, mistress. Mr Ross is riding to Truro." she handed me them and curtsied leaving. I opened up the first one.

My dear, Abigail.

As my time draws near. I am both excited and afeared in equal measure. And with Andrew away at sea, I begin to miss my Nampara cousins most dreadfully. How I wish I had your strength to see me through. How fortunate you are to have Ross always at your side..."

"How fortunate indeed" I comment as I read Verity's letter then turn my attention to the second one.

Dear Mistress Abigail Poldark,

I am writing on as a benefactor and on behalf as one of my dearest friends, by the name of John Paul Smith. The two of us have been searching for a number of years to find yourself in attempt of proposing a reunion. John Paul Smith is the brother of your late Mother Miss Rebekah Mary Smith a freed slave from the once called colonies. John Paul and your mother were separated when she received her papers and given passage to England. It was not until 6 years past did your Uncle finally receive the same treatment and eventual passage as well.

During our search we heard the sad news of your mothers passing but the joys news that she had a daughter, you. It is John Paul's hope and mine that you do agree to a meeting between us. I understand that a early foredooming reply will not be possible due to the imagined shock you must be experiencing. But hope that in time you will reply with a date and time of your choosing..

Yours sincerely

James Frazer.

I was in shock indeed. A long lost uncle and brother of my mother. How could this even be possible? How could I not have been told unless Papa had no knowledge. I didn't know how to deal with this information at this present. I put the letter to one side, and dressed myself and the children before heading downstairs ready for the day.

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That night Ross returned home with news that was nothing to to with the whore of Trenwith. Apparently Caroline was the one to pay of Ross' debt.

"Caroline?" I ask

"Dwight must have told her about our business. Is that not astonishing?" he removed his jacket

"Who knows she might have taken a fancy to you." I knew she had not in that way, but my bitterness with him these days felt like more out of my control.

"I'm a married man." he countered

"Like that would make a difference." I scoff picking up my book and opening it up to continue to read it.

"Abigail. It was one night. How long will it take you to forgive me." he mumbled. i snapped the book shut.

"I don't know Ross. How long would it take you forgive me?" I wonder

"That's hardly the same. You would never do a think which required my forgiveness." He removed his boots and socks.

"Are you sure?" I held a finger to my bottom lip with a coy look. I saw him give me his attention and his face dropping

"When?"

"Werry House. Though I must admit it was hard to choose 3 suitors begging for my hand. I was a lucky woman." I gave a small giggle

"Who would even dare."

"Captain McNeil, Sir Hugh...Mr Tankard were quite taken with me it was a hard choice. I did cross my mind after your antics with Elizabeth, it would only be fair to return in kind." I bite my lip as he become more enraged. He stood up and began pacing.

"Which one." I didn't answer "Which one, Abigail." I stood up and came toe to toe with him

"Neither." I answered and he froze which made me smirk "I let down McNeil gently and though the other two came within door inch close. I sent them away. You see this is the difference between you and I. I wouldn't." I stepped back

"I bested you Ross Poldark. In more ways than one." I held my arms out

"You've done yourself no credit leading me on like that." he pointed at me

"What credit did your night with Elizabeth do me? At least I get satisfaction for my trouble." I laugh my head falling backwards

"That's entirely different." he protested

"How?"

"I take no pride in my visit to her. It was the outcome of a devotion which, on my side, lasted ten years. Not some taunting made up to get a reaction." I groaned din frustration

"That is not the point, the point is you had no restraint, no compassion, no care, no nothing! You were and still are a selfish son of a bitch who thinks this is all okay and that I should forgive you and go back as if nothing happened when it did. You did not respect our vows Ross. You saw the chance to completely stomp all over them and did so proudly. I did not, not once that whole night being fawned and doted on by men who desired me above anyone else in the room, above an actual courtesan did I betray my vows.

If I don't trust you and you don't trust me what is the point of this marriage?" I rant

"I entirely agree, what entirely is the point." he stormed out