Third person P.O.V.

"Have you read this!?" Burr exclaims in surprise, a hand slapping against his mouth.

Madison stares at the crowd reading the Laurens Pamphlet in disbelief, "I knew he was ignorant but not to the point he'd ruin his own life!"

"You've never seen someone ruin their own life!" Jefferson hops on the table of the bar the men are sitting in, "He's never gonna be president now, that's one less thing to worry about!"

"Have you read this!?" Burr tosses the Pamphlet to a man, "Alexander Hamilton had a torrid affair!" His finger follows the words he reads aloud, "And he wrote it down right there!"

"DAYUM!" Jefferson clasps his hands on either side of his face in sarcastic shock, "Who would've seen that one coming?"

Madison peeks over the shoulder of a young woman who reads aloud, "The charge against me Is a connection with one James Reynolds! For purposes of Improper speculation! My real crime is an amorous connection with his wife, For a considerable time, With his knowing consent!?"

"Damn!" Burr and Jefferson sing simultaneously.

"I had frequent meetings with her... Most of them at my own house."

"At his own house!" Burr said.

"At his own house!" Madison repeats in disbelief.

Jefferson jumps, "Damn!"

"Mrs. Hamilton with our children being absent
On a visit to her father." The woman said.

"No..."

"There goes the competition out the door," Jefferson grins toothily, spinning his cane and dancing childishly.

Angelica's P.O.V.

I felt tears prick my eyes, I could imagine the hurt Y/n and John must be going through at the moment. How could he? How could SHE!? My own sister! Y/n's friend since we were toddlers! How could she do this!? Why did they do this!?

I'm perplexed...

I had sent a letter to George Washington, addressing him of the current situation. He'd already heard and is apparently on his way to the Hamilton residence in a rush. I could imagine his face when he saw the Pamphlet...

"MY SON DID WHO!? HE'S SO FUCKING DEAD!"

I shove past the crowd of people, the Pamphlet is everywhere...

It's pinned to houses...

All over the ground...

It's in the newspaper...

It's taped to poles...

This is some kind of nightmare!

My eyes grow wide as I see not only Burr but both Madison and Jefferson passing out the Pamphlet!

Fools!

"Ah, Mrs. Church!" Burr smirks widely at me, Jefferson quickly hiding behind Madison in fear. I send a glare at him and he yelps.

He spoke badly about Alexander and his children one time and I bitch-slapped him so hard, he refused to go to conventions if I were to be there.

"How could you be passing out pamphlets like this!?" I snap in pure rage, Jefferson flinching and Madison's brows raising in shock. "Think of Y/n! What would she think if she knew you—whom she trusted, are telling everyone about her unadulterated husband and ruining her life!? Are you satisfied!? God, I hope you're satisfied!"

Y/n's P.O.V.

The world turned upside down, as did my stomach...

I stand in the foyer, no lights are lit, and no windows are open, no sunlight shining brightly into the abandoned place.

The grip on the Pamphlet tightens, my hands shaking and my knees becoming week.

I thought I could stop him... I thought I could keep him from sleeping with Maria Reynolds.

Well, I defiantly did just that...

But I had no idea...

Eliza...

"Alexander!" My voice cracks and I fall to my knees, tears trickling uncontrollably down my cheeks and hitting the paper, "I thought I could stop you!" I cover my face as more tears pour, "you ruined our family! What did I do wrong!? Was I boring you!? What did I ever do to deserve this!?"

This is my fault! If I wasn't so blind, focusing on keeping Maria away, I could have saved my family! GOD, WHY!?

"Y-Y/n..." Alexander's voice emerges from the door.

I pause crying, my head slowly tilting up, and my hands gripped tightly onto the skirt of my dress. I refuse to face him as he speaks.

"God, I'm so sorry... I'm such a terrible person... I shouldn't have done it... I-"

"Why?" My weak voice asks. I turn my head, my puffy eyes meeting his brown ones, melting like chocolate when he scans my tear-stained cheeks. "WHY!?"

Silence.

"I hate you so much!" I stand up and scream, more tears escaping my eyes, "I hate that you'd rather work than go to your son's birthday party! I hate that work is more important than family in your eyes!"

His eyes brim with tears and he covers his face.

"I hate you! So I'll burn the letters you wrote to me! The world has no right to my heart or my bed, they don't get to know what I said! I'll burn the memories, burn the letters that might have redeemed you! You forfeit all rights to my heart!" I scream, covering my ears as I cry, "you forfeit the place in my bed, you'll sleep in your office instead!"

There was a pause. I sob, "But what I hate most..." I bite my quivering lip, "Is that I can't hate you..." he looks up at me pleadingly, more tears escaping his eyes. "No matter what I do... I can't bring myself to hate you... All I am is sadness, every other emotion pushed from my being. Where there was the love, the light, the laughter is an aching hollowness. I was honest, truthful and full of more love for you than you can ever understand. I have been soft, kind and gentle—yet apparently, all that is negated by being too intelligent. And people wonder why girls hide behind false stupidity. All my heart is... is a toy... something you played with."

As I stood there, I felt my heart cracking like glass, spreading its pieces throughout my body. I could hardly keep my composure, as I imagined him locking lips with another woman... who isn't me. It felt as if my bright world had gone dark, like a big curtain being pulled across the sky. Tears streaming down my cheeks, falling to the ground like raindrops. I stood there longing for the old love he used to give.

But everything seemed to slow when I realized... "My very first love is no longer mine..."

All he could do was cry...

Philip's P.O.V.

"Have you read this!?" Jefferson smiles warmly down at me, "How are ya, Pip?"

"Good, you Uncle Jefferson?" My prideful voice asks.

"Better than ever!" He said with a dramatic pose. I muffle a laugh.

"Why is that?"

"Haven't you read this?"

The colors drained from my face, my normally prideful persona flushing down the drain. Jefferson places a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry, Pip. You're father's a real douche."

***

I sit behind the wall, listening to Ma and Uncle John cryin' as Aunt Angelica and Grandpa comfort the two of them. I could hear the sobs of heartbreak emerging from my father's study.

What did we do to deserve this? I still don't understand... I will never understand...

"Philip?" James dashes into my arms, wiping his tired eyes and yawning, "Why's mom crying?"

I spot Skye enter with baby William held protectively in her arm, her free hand intertwined with John's who is half asleep. The look of worry is engraved into her face.

"What happened?" AJ narrows his eyes down at my fragile figure. I exhaled shakily, running a hand through my hair.

"Philip? Why's she crying? Why's grandpa here from Virginia? Why is Uncle John crying? When did aunt Angelica get here?" Skye asks pleadingly.

"Father... he..."

AJ's face falls and for the first time, I've seen him look devastated. John's eyes grow wide and James breaks into tears. Baby William shifts slightly in Skye's arms as she clasps her hand over her mouth, allowing silent tears to pour.

"He kept it from us for two years..." I said, realizing that William is two.

"Oh, My God..." Skye cried.

A week later...
Ma hadn't spoken to Pa despite his failed attempts to talk to her. Once he asked for a glass of water. She brought a glass of ice and forced him to wait until it melted which took an eternity. Grandpa would send him disappointed glares and John refuses to talk to him.

Angelica roasted his ass alive as I had expected. And... Eliza... she tried to visit and apologize to my mother only to have the door slammed in her face.

She totally deserved it though.

"Hey, Pip.." Uncle John forces a smile as he waves at me.

"U-Uncle John?"

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to come with me to watch the Fourth of July speeches? Skye could watch the children." John said.

"Yeah, why not..." I said.

***

George Eaker was our Fourth of July speaker. It was going well, he actually got me to smile at one of the jokes he slipped into the speech until he brought my parents and the Laurens Pamphlet into the mix

"Have you guys read the Laurens Pamphlet yet?" He points at the Pamphlet as the crowd boos.

"Philip, let's go," John said as he begins to leave. I follow slowly behind, I want to see what he will say.

"It might outsell the Bible one day! Everyone is dying to know about how much Alexander Hamilton loves Y/n Hamilton and how much Eliza Laurens is loyal to John Laurens."

We both pause, our eyes locking with Eaker's as we send him death glares.

"Guess she just wasn't enough..." He narrows his eyes on mine as the crowd hollers in laughter. I clench my fist and my blood boils. "She doesn't deserve the respect she is given. Let's just be honest, I doubt Philip Hamilton is even her husband's! His resemblance to John Laurens is undeniable, amirite? Looks like their entire family is nothing but a bunch of whores."

I snap, "Shut the hell up! Speak about my mother and Uncle like that one more time, I dare you!"

I promised my mother I wouldn't duel men if they insulted my father.

Uncle John's eyes grow wide as I go on, "And if you refuse to shut your mouth, I'll just have to meet you at Weehaken, dawn, tomorrow!"

But she never made me promise not to duel people if they insult her and Uncle John.