Aaron was seething. Furious, even. He hated that immigrant bastard with all of his might. Alexander Hamilton had disrespected him for the last time, and he was going to have to do something about it sooner or later.

Before long, however, you, his partner came into his home office. He felt his anger relax, if even just slightly. He'd met you across enemy lines. You were British, young, beautiful. Everything he'd ever needed. It wasn't long after that the two of you had fallen in love. He'd brought you with him when he returned after your husband died by your request. He loved you dearly and often spoiled you whenever he got the chance.

When you asked him what was wrong, he exhaled and gave you a grim chuckle. "What isn't wrong with a man who is as busy as I am?" However, you knew him too well, and knew he wasn't telling you the whole truth.