Reader, I married him. We had a quiet wedding after my return back to Mr. Rochester and since then we have had a son together.
Oh, but where are my manners? Let me fill you in on the events that led up to our wedding…
Upon arriving back at Thornfield, I was informed that the place had burned down! Of course my initial thoughts were for the safety of Mr. Rochester, Mrs. Fairfax and Adele, but I was relieved when I heard that they were indeed okay. I was pointed in the direction of where Mr. Rochester resided after Thornfield burned down I hastily made my way to his new home, the Manor House. I was greeted by a confused and awestruck Mary who accommodated my needs and allowed me to see Mr. Rochester. Before arriving at the Manor House I was told that Mr. Rochester had lost his eye sight in the fire and that Bertha Mason had perished as well- and having known this knowledge before seeing Mr. Rochester, I chose to use it to my advantage. I walked into the room where Rochester sat in front of the fireplace and scared/surprised Rochester when he realized that it wasn’t Mary whom he was talking to, but it was me- his Jane.
Mr. Rochester was indeed glad that I had returned and we caught each other up on our whereabouts and our lives during the past few years. Rochester told me all about the dreadful fire that consumed Thornfield and Bertha and I in turn told him about my travels to the Moor House and about Mary, Diana, and of course St. John and his proposal to me.
My heart finally felt free and capable of loving Mr. Rochester without any hindrances now. And that is why I agreed to finally marry him. We both received our happy endings and I’m glad to say that when our son was born, Rochester had gained back enough of his sight to lay eyes on his first begotten son.
Yours truly,
Jane
(Source: Jane Eyre chapters 37-38)
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