To Fall for Mr. Darcy: A Pride and Prejudice Variation

by Renata McMann

Had Darcy created this monster that was George Wickham?

“I…I loved George,” Georgiana admitted. “Even after I didn’t elope. Not loving him isn’t why I didn’t go. It was because I didn’t want to hurt you and, well, because I knew it was wrong.” She dashed at tears forming in her eyes, her firm expression that of someone who refused to cry. “I thought he would simply wait, or try again, but he didn’t. He picked another way to hurt you. It was never about me, was it? It was only ever about you. How could I not see that? How could I not see that he never loved me? He just hated you.”

Yet, looking back on their relationship, Mrs. Younge’s words in his mind, he wondered now if Wickham had tried to isolate him.

Because the truth was, that boy Darcy remembered, the golden haired, charming child his father had loved, Darcy’s dearest friend in his youth, that boy had never existed. George had never been who Darcy had believed him to be.