She found out as soon as the ship arrived with the letter. It was ascribed in a handwriting she didn't recognize. It was Eliza's handwriting. Her handwriting after a broken heart.
Angelica tore through every word as if her life depended on it. Her mind was foggy. She must have read it wrong. But there was no comma that changed the meaning of this letter.
Angelica wept. She wept with the realization that the Hamilton she held in her heart wasn't real. He was a lie. Someone held too dear for so many years. 'Eliza's happiness over mine every time.'