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How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 890

The guests had already taken their seats.

Elodie glanced over her shoulder at the entrance, just as the heavy doors swung open. Esmeralda appeared, her arm linked with her father's, moving slowly, solemnly, toward the altar. For a moment, no one seemed to catch on that something was wrong. Phones went up, flashes popped, and guests started snapping photos.

Elodie's lips were pressed tight, her heart twisting as she studied Esmeralda’s poised and lovely face. She knew exactly what it cost to maintain that composure. Having lived through her own humiliations, she understood just how hard this moment must be for Esmeralda, and how vicious the whispers would become.

When Esmeralda and her father reached the front, he paused, frowning in confusion—there was no sign of Fleming. Esmeralda gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, wordlessly urging him to take his seat and not make a scene. After a brief hesitation, he complied.

And so Esmeralda was left standing alone at the altar, under the bewildered—and increasingly concerned—eyes of every guest. Even the officiant looked lost, glancing around uncertainly. Without a groom, how was the ceremony supposed to go on?

Adrian, unable to take it anymore, spotted Esmeralda’s calm facade and quickly pulled out his phone, trying to call Fleming. The call wouldn’t connect; it just rang and rang. Adrian felt anxiety begin to gnaw at him. This was a disaster—what the hell was Fleming thinking?

In the front row, Esmeralda’s mother stood abruptly, her worry unmistakable. This wasn’t right at all.

The hush among the audience broke into soft, pointed chatter.

“What’s happening? Is this some kind of modern wedding where the groom makes a dramatic late entrance?”

“Are you blind? Something’s seriously wrong. Looks like Fleming just ran off!”

People gasped in disbelief. The looks shot toward Esmeralda shifted—what had started as idle curiosity now sharpened into pity and sneering amusement.

“No way. The Mercer heir really ditched her at the altar?”

“Come on, they’ve been engaged forever and only just now decided to get married. Doesn’t that tell you something? No way this took so long unless someone was having second thoughts.”

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