"Oh mister Hamilton~!"

Hamilton groaned as he heard the familiar voice behind him. Knowing there was no use trying to ignore him, he stopped in his tracks, turning to face his coworker. "What is it this time, Jefferson?"

A smirk grew on Jefferson's face. "I read what you posted this morning. Guess I wasn't wrong when I called you a fag."

Hamilton narrowed his eyes. "You have a boyfriend. Obviously you don't think that's a bad thing."

"True, but I don't have a wife too." Jefferson replied with a shrug. "Poor Elizabeth, did she have to find out through the internet too?"

Hamilton hesitated for a moment. "That's none of your business."

"So she did. Wow, great job, husband of the year award goes to Alexander Hamilton for telling the whole world about his gay affair before his own wife even knows." Jefferson's voice was dripping with sarcasm, but Hamilton didn't even want to punch him, which was odd. He knew he was right.

"Shut your fucking mouth Jefferson." Hamilton scowled, turning away from him. "I have a lot of work to do, and I'd guess you do too."

As he started walking, Jefferson called after him. "Good luck with the divorce!"

~*~

Hamilton stepped out of his car, arriving home after a long day at work. Stepping inside and closing the door behind him, Hamilton found himself face to face with his sister-in-law.

"Oh, hello Angelica. Are you staying for dinner?" Hamilton asked, trying to act as casual as he could with Angelica's crossed arms and deadly expression.

"I'm staying for my sister. Obviously something you don't know how to do." Angelica's eyes narrowed into a terrifying glare. "Alexander... I thought you were smart, but apparently you're the biggest idiot I know."

"I did what I had to do. John thought she already knew, so I thought it'd be okay-" Hamilton stopped when Angelica took a step closer.

"You thought this would be okay? You thought sharing your affair with the whole world was fucking okay?!" Angelica was fuming. "Eliza's a mess! Do you know how rightfully betrayed she feels?!"

"Angelica-"

"No, Alexander. You know what?" She took a deep breath. "You should make like your father and leave."

Hamilton let out a small gasp, taking a step back. "M-my father..."

"That's right. Leave."

"B-but... Angelica..." Hamilton was holding back tears. She struck a low blow with that one, but her glare was enough to make him back down. "Okay... I-I'll go..."