Ivangeline Monologue

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I wander through the dirty streets of Britain, drunk and alone. Earlier this evening my wife explained to me that she had been having an affair for several months. Unable to look at her I fled the house, not waiting to hear her plea of forgiveness. I say a silent goodbye to my dear Edgar, hoping to see him again, one day. I only had the clothes on my back, a hundred pounds in my pocket, and a mind set on reaching the old rickety bridge near the edge of town. The large castle-like buildings slowly morph into run down shacks and that’s when I see her. The light at the end of the tunnel. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She's dressed scantily, leaning against a brick wall, chatting with several women dressed similarly. With a burst of …show more content…

I set her up in a small cottage near the middle of town, which she fought against with every cell in her body. Finally she gave up and made it her own. This little house became my home away from home even though it was quite... quaint. One day in early March I come for tea, and she is vomiting nonstop. I have one of my maids rush her to the local doctor and he reveals that she is pregnant. For several weeks, she cries uncontrollably, she doesn't know whose it is, and I have to beg her to keep the baby. One day I come to visit and she's surprisingly calm about the baby situation. After a few hours together I ask about …show more content…

Even though our relationship was completely platonic, I never told my wife about her. I rush to him and ask if everything is alright. "The baby! There's something wrong and she needs you!" He shrieks. My eyes widen and I run to get my coat. We race through the damp streets of Britain. We reach her home and it has lost its cheery demeanor. I knock gently on her door and hear a weak, "come in." I slowly creak the door open, expecting the worst. Evangeline is laying down, sweaty and bleak but as beautiful as ever. As I walk closer I notice the color has gone from her face and even her eyes look a shade of grey. She notices its me and lets out a squeak of a greeting. I start to tear up as the truth settles

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