Armand stood in the hallway in shock while he read and re read the lasts lines of his mother’s letter to his father. Feelings of resentment towards his mother and father arose, feelings of regret towards his wife arose, and most of all feelings of self-hatred arose in him.
He said to himself, “Being a Negro is the worst thing that can happen to me. Why has God cursed me with this race? My own mother did not even want to be this, so why would I?” Armand walked to his bedroom and locked the door.
About two months has gone by and Désirée continued to write Armand. She wrote about the baby mostly and her new job as a saleswoman, but she also wrote about how much she missed him.
When Désirée returned home from work, she could tell something was different. As she walked into the house, she greeted her baby and her parents. When greeting her parents, she noticed that there was something strange about the way they were acting. She ignored it and went up to her bedroom. Right away, she noticed an envelope on her bed. The envelope was addressed from Armand and she immediately ripped it open. The letter read:
My dearest Désirée, I first off want to apologize for all the pain and heartache I caused you. You have been the only women to ever make me feel the way you did when we were together. You being the mother to my child was all that I could ever want. It made me the happiest man on earth. Our child is beautiful just like you and will unfortunately bear the last name of Aubigny just like you also. As our child grew up and began to look more and more Negro, rage would increase day by day for me. Having Negro in your blood is a curse within itself to me, and apparently to my mother too. I am sorry that I blamed you for giving that curse to our child when it is I who has done that. Read the letter from my mother to my father that I have attached to this one to further explain. I love you and I am sorry. Goodbye.
Armand
Désirée read the letter that was written by Armand’s mother, dropped it and screamed when she got to the last line revealing the truth about Armand.
Désirée’s parents rushed upstairs and asked, “What’s wrong?” She stared into space and they yelled again, “Désirée, WHAT IS WRONG?”
She looked at them with wide confused eyes and said, “Armand is the reason why our child is Negro. His mother was from slavery.” Her parents did not give the same reaction as she did, matter of fact they did not seem surprised at all. This startled her so she began to cry, “Please tell me you did not know this already?” Her parents looked down to the ground and did not respond. She fell to the ground and cried saying, “How could you guys know something like this and not tell me? You know I do not care about someone’s blood, especially Armand’s. I love him regardless of what he is, but you could have at least told me?”
Désirée’s mother replied, “I know sweetie, but it was not our place to tell you that. Armand’s parents did not even tell him.”
“How did you even know that Armand had Negro in his blood?”
“I don’t think that is-“
“TELL ME MOTHER”
Désirée’s father finally butted in and said, “Honey, I really do not think-“
“IF ONE OF YOU DO NOT TELL ME HOW YOU KNOW, SO HELP ME GOD I WILL LEAVE AND YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME OR MY CHILD’S FACE AGAIN”
“Fine. Since you want to know. I will tell you, “ said Désirée’s mother, “ We know that Armand has Negro in his blood because his mother was once our house slave-“
“But mother I thought we never owned a slave and Armand told me his mother was too stubborn to ever leave France.”
“Armand’s mother was a very stubborn woman, but Armand’s father was very persistent. The love they had for each other was unspeakable, so he convinced her in time to come to America. Being so wealthy and known in this town, Armand’s father knew he could not be seen in public with her, as much as he hated. So Armand’s father brought her to us. No one knew about his mother’s past except for us, so she easily passed as just a maid. Her skin was so light you would have never guessed that she came from Negro. Armand’s father asked us to keep it a secret and in return he would help us. We did not know how he would help us because we did not want his money, so we just went about our lives. We treated her with the same respect we treat you. I just needed some help around the house that is all. We never beat on her or even called her Negro! Months later you arrived at our doorstep with a note from Armand’s father. That is how we got you and I am so blessed.”
Crying hysterically Désirée said, “So I am just some trade off?”
“No, honey! You are our blessing”
“This is a lot to take in mother, I need some time alone. I need to go see Armand.”
“Do what you feel is right “
“Well, I will go see Armand. I will leave in the morning”
Désirée was arriving on Armand’s driveway that led to his house and she saw the slaves smiling and laughing. She was happy with the thought of Armand being nice to the slaves and allowing them to be happy, but as she got closer to the house she could see that they were not working at all. Finally stopping in front of the house, she was quickly met by the head house slave, Jacky.

The Aubigny’s plantation.
She blocked Désirée’s path from entering the house and said, “Madam, I do not think you want to go into the house.”
Désirée questioned, “Why?” Jacky did not answer her but would not move either. Désirée heart dropped and she ran past Jacky to Armand’s bedroom upstairs. Opening the door, Désirée’s eyes met with the town doctor. She saw Armand was blue and not breathing and frantically asked, “What is wrong with him?”
He walked to her slowly, placed his hand on her shoulder, and said, “Your husband has committed suicide by taking poison. It appears he left a note for you. I am sorry.”
Désirée dropped to her knees and began to cry hysterically. The doctor did not know what to do so he laid the letter beside her and walked out. She looked at the letter, got herself together and read:
Désirée, I am sure have gotten my letter by now and I am guessing you do not want me because I am cursed with the blood of Negro. Honestly, I do not even want myself, and since this is true…I will end my own life. There is nothing worse than being Negro, but that is beside the point. I wrote this letter to tell you that I am freeing all of my slaves, giving you my property, and all my riches. Please raise our child with the same love you have given to me. I love you and our baby. Goodbye. Forever. Also, please do tell our child that he does have Negro blood so that he does not grow up with the same hate I had for Negroes. Let him grow up to be a man that will have equality towards people. Let him be courageous instead of a coward like me. Tell him the truth about my death.
Armand
Désirée began crying again because she did not want the money nor did she want the house, she wanted Armand. She wanted Armand to help raise their beautiful child and because she could not bear that thought of a life without him she moved back with her parents for a while.
Two years after accepting Armand’s death, Désirée finally was able to move back to L’Abri. They lived there the rest of their lives with slaves, but the slaves were treated like family. When Désirée’s baby was around thirteen, she let him read the letter Armand gave to her before committing suicide. The son grew up just as the father wanted him to and was proud to have Negro in his blood.