How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 900

He collapsed onto the ground by the door, completely hollowed out.

As if the very life had been drained from his veins.

Adrian had waited for a long time. The sky was growing dark, and when Fleming still hadn't returned, he hurried out of the car to check on him, his expression drastically shifting when he saw the tragic scene.

He had never seen Fleming like this.

The golden boy, the man who always had everything under control, had never looked so utterly broken.

"Fleming? What happened?" Adrian asked, rushing over.

It was as if Fleming couldn't hear a word.

His red-rimmed eyes stared blankly ahead.

He had been sitting there for so long.

And Esmeralda hadn't come back out.

The brutal reality was screaming at him: he had ruined everything.

Not caring about anything else, Adrian hauled Fleming to his feet and half-dragged him toward the door.

As they reached the car, Fleming suddenly snapped out of his trance and struggled. "I'm not leaving! She hasn't forgiven me yet. She's just blowing off steam..."

His voice rose in a frantic panic.

Furious and desperate, Adrian punched him in the arm. "Are you awake yet?! If she was just blowing off steam, she wouldn't have blown up a highly publicized wedding! Everyone knows! Do you understand? She didn't leave a single way out for either of you!"

And it was worse than that.

The Mercer family had been publicly humiliated, losing several major corporate deals—all in a single afternoon.

The stock market was reacting, and the ripple effects were massive; this wasn't a minor hiccup.

There was a mountain of problems waiting for them.

That reality drove another spike through Fleming's chest.

He stood frozen, trembling violently.

He knew.

He was just...

Trying to escape it.

Adrian sighed heavily. "You're an adult, Fleming. You have to pay the price for your actions. Even a child knows that."

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