How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 901

Fleming could hardly bear to think about how effortlessly Lucy had misled him, lying to his face to make him believe Esmeralda had framed her.

It had altered the course of everything, spiraling into the absolute disaster they were in now.

If Lucy could lie so flawlessly about something of that magnitude, what else had she lied about? How many other situations had she manipulated?

It hit him like a physical blow—every time he and Esmeralda had fought, Lucy had somehow been at the center of it.

"Fleming?" Lucy, in high spirits, reached out to take his hand.

As far as she was concerned, her future with him was practically guaranteed.

Esmeralda had thoroughly ruined any chance between herself and Fleming.

But Fleming violently yanked his hand away.

Lucy froze.

She stared in sheer disbelief into his bloodshot, furious eyes.

"Esmeralda never framed you. What are you still acting for?"

The words knocked the breath right out of her lungs. She desperately tried to steady herself. "What? I don't know what you're talking about."

"I already have the proof. Did you really think it would be that hard for me to pull the phone records from that day?"

Lucy's expression finally shattered.

She had indeed called Esmeralda back then, but she certainly hadn't told her she was coming over.

If Fleming looked into it, everything would be over.

She tried to keep her composure.

But her subconscious panic betrayed her.

Fleming had actually just been bluffing.

But he had caught that fleeting flash of terror in her eyes.

It proved that every single word Esmeralda had said was the absolute truth.

He had only wanted a clear answer, and now...

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