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.

Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t such a bad outcome after all.

The Sterling family—he couldn’t have wished for more.

Across the room, Esmeralda’s mother wept openly, watching as Alexander carried her daughter out of the hall.

As long as her little girl wound up happy, she would accept anything.

Lucy’s mother, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves, shifting uneasily in her seat.

She’d never expected things to spiral like this. The Sterling family’s involvement was beyond anything she’d imagined, turning a simple mess into a full-scale disaster that left the Mercer family in utter disgrace.

Especially—

She sneaked a look at her husband, whose mouth was twitching with rage—barely holding it together. If he discovered that Lucy was the one who had asked Fleming to leave—setting off this world-class catastrophe for the Mercers…