How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 893

Alexander didn't give a damn what they thought.

He took Esmeralda’s hand and, still on the stage, spoke clearly for all to hear. “Let’s be honest. This entire wedding was built on something I never wanted. Since some people don’t know how to value what they have... how about this: why don’t you marry me instead? Trade up for a better husband?”

A proposal, right there in front of everyone.

The sound of sharp, collective intakes of breath swept through the room.

Every face in the hall was frozen in shock, watching the spectacle. The original wedding had collapsed, but now—the bride was being proposed to on the spot!

The whole place slipped into disarray, expressions shifting wildly from outrage to disbelief.

Particularly among the parents.

Grady sat there, frozen. Alexander? The man was a god in the business world—was he really in love with his flighty sister?

Esmeralda’s ears rang; she could barely hear over the pounding in her chest. She looked up at Alexander, and for the first time, met eyes holding a depth she’d never seen before.

He bent toward her, speaking in a voice meant only for her: “Do you really think some feckless outsider with no influence could compare to me? Silly girl.”

His words snapped her out of her daze.

He was right.

With Alexander’s position, who would dare whisper anything behind her back now? He could settle her father’s doubts in an instant, and the Mercer family would be forced to swallow their humiliation.

The decision came effortlessly. She reached out, meeting his gaze, and raised her voice so everyone would hear her answer. “Alright.”

She meant to just go through the motions, pretend to accept a ring—if only for show.

But Alexander flicked his wrist and, as though performing a trick, produced a ring and slid it perfectly onto her finger.

“No regrets, then,” he murmured.

Esmeralda stared at the band on her ring finger—astonished. It fit her exactly.

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