How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 887

He couldn’t say for sure whether it was anger, frustration, or something else, but something within him was churning. “Esmeralda, have you had enough?” His words were carefully measured, each syllable sharp.

Esmeralda gave a bitter little laugh. “What else can I do? Isn’t letting you go enough?” Her tone was barbed. “If you want to run off with Lucy, be my guest. I have no doubt you can withstand whatever people say about you.”

Fleming’s jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on her. “When are you going to finally grow up? Lucy has already forgiven you for what you did—when are you going to face your own mistakes?”

Esmeralda stared at him, equal parts stunned and baffled. “Mistakes? What are you talking about?” She truly didn’t know.

But to Fleming, her confusion looked like stubbornness, a refusal to admit any fault. His disappointment was written all over his face.

Yet, Lucy wasn’t wrong. Even after Esmeralda had nearly destroyed her—nearly left her to die on that freezing mountain—he couldn’t quite let Esmeralda go. Years of memories and affection don’t disappear overnight.

“If you don’t want to choose now, then we’ll leave it for another day,” he said quietly, offering no further explanation. He knew that if he spelled out the truth, the whole thing would blow up again.

Back then, Lucy hadn’t made a big deal out of it, but Fleming had snooped through Esmeralda’s phone records in secret. Lucy really had called Esmeralda. He hadn’t wanted to believe it, but Lucy’s injury had almost broken her—she had dreamed of being a dancer since childhood, and that accident had ended those dreams for good. It had forced her to give up the future she wanted.

He and Esmeralda both owed her for that. Esmeralda was going to be his wife, and he would share that burden.

Fleming let out a breath, suddenly reminded of Alexander. The thought unsettled him in a way he couldn’t explain. For once, his voice was softer, almost pleading. “I promise the wedding will go ahead. We’ll make this work. I told you I’d never betray you. Nothing inappropriate will ever happen—I just need you to trust me.”

Then he turned and left. He didn’t want to argue anymore.

Esmeralda was shaking with fury, her chest tight, every breath uneven. If anything, his words only made her more determined. She wasn’t sure if she believed him—Fleming was never one to make promises lightly, but she didn’t have the time or energy to uncover the truth right now.

All she could think about was how to put an end to this wedding.

After going over it again and again in her mind, Esmeralda finally left the room. She needed to act—fast.

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