How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 885

He could always deal with it later.

The reactions from both families blindsided Esmeralda. She’d assumed that coming clean would force everyone to rethink things. But to her shock, her protests fell on deaf ears.

They were going through with the wedding. No matter what.

Fury welled up inside her. Why did everyone insist on treating her like a clueless child, as if her objections were just another childish tantrum? Why was she always seen as impulsive and unreasonable?

Her mother noticed immediately that something was wrong. But she also knew just how rigid and set in his ways her husband could be.

“Tell me the truth—what’s really happening between you two?” her mom asked gently.

There was a lump in Esmeralda’s throat. The thought of Fleming caring for Lucy—and Lucy alone—filled her with a crushing sense of failure. Just saying it out loud felt humiliating. She forced back her tears and managed, “Mom, Fleming doesn’t love me. I won’t make him stay where he doesn’t want to be. I don’t want something that isn’t real.”

Her mother’s heart broke hearing this. She knew her daughter; she knew Esmeralda wouldn’t give up so easily unless something was truly wrong.

She pulled Esmeralda into a tight, soothing hug. “It’s all right, sweetheart. I’ll try talking to your dad again. He’s just stubborn—that’s all.”

Cradled in her mother’s arms, Esmeralda couldn’t help it anymore. The tears slid down, silent but unstoppable. Her lips trembled—she bit down to keep from sobbing.

“I don’t want to get married, Mom. I really don’t.”

Growing up in a family of their status had its privileges—but there were expectations, sacrifices. Some things were simply decided for you, and you were expected to go along. In their social circle, it was just how things were done.

Which meant that to outsiders, her fighting back now looked like nothing but drama from a spoiled heiress.

But she couldn’t just swallow it, not anymore. The thought of living the rest of her life at the mercy of Fleming’s favoritism—always putting Lucy first, never listening to her—was more than she could bear.

Fleming had once been loving, considerate. But after Lucy showed up, everything turned upside down. And Esmeralda? She’d been left behind, entirely on her own.

She couldn’t say why it all changed. Maybe it didn’t matter anymore.

But breaking free wasn’t going to be easy.

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