How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 870

Elodie didn't know the specific reasons, but she could see that Esmeralda was deeply hurt. After all, this was the person she had set her heart on since she was a child.

Everyone had always said she would be Fleming's wife, but now, after more than a decade, almost two, it was Esmeralda who was making this decision. She could only imagine the pain Esmeralda was going through.

"Have you discussed it with him?" Elodie asked softly, moving closer.

Esmeralda thought for a moment, unsure how to answer. Was it a discussion if she had informed him and he had agreed? It didn't feel like one.

Even though Fleming had never said anything, she knew he was happy with this outcome. This way, he didn't have to be the bad guy.

"I guess so. I'll take care of it as soon as possible. Then I'll be truly free, with no love to weigh me down!" she said, waving her hand dismissively and downing a glass of sake from the table.

The forced casualness was painful for Elodie to watch. Esmeralda and Fleming's situation was even more complicated than hers and Jarrod's. It was a bond that had been forged since childhood.

From a very young age, Esmeralda had been told she would marry Fleming. To voluntarily sever such a deeply ingrained belief was like tearing a part of herself away.

All she could do was support Esmeralda.

Alexander rubbed his glass, looking at Esmeralda. "There are plenty of people out there who are better than him, people who will understand you and love you. When it comes to love, you should never sell yourself short."

Esmeralda froze.

Jarrod, however, slowly looked up and glanced at Alexander.

They had planned to have Cantonese food, but halfway through the meal, Esmeralda got a call from her family, telling her to come home immediately.

Thinking it was an emergency, Esmeralda had to rush out of the dinner.

The drive to her house took about twenty minutes. She floored it.

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