How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 877

After all, Esmeralda had loved only him, from the very start.

She was angry that Fleming would drag Alexander into this, but what stung even more was seeing how little Fleming truly cared. Even if he suspected Alexander harbored feelings for her, it clearly didn't matter to him. That indifference cut deeper than anything else, pricking her self-esteem until her past affection for him seemed almost laughable.

Fleming had no interest in debating the subject. He took her by the arm and led her briskly toward his car.

He opened the door, reached inside, and retrieved a small item.

Esmeralda glanced down and recognized it instantly: the lucky charm that had gone missing—the one she’d spent an entire night hiking up a mountain to get for him. Somehow, he had found it and brought it here.

He waved it in front of her as if expecting it to smooth everything over. “Found it. Happy now?”

Fleming had never been the type to coax or comfort. But he seemed to think this was the best he could do.

Esmeralda stared at the charm, her mind blank. After a long moment, she tore her gaze away. “When something’s already been trampled on, finding it again just makes it feel like dragging it out of the trash. You’re uncomfortable, and so am I.”

She refused to take the easy way out he’d left her. Without waiting to see his reaction, she turned and walked away.

Fleming watched her retreat, his hand tightening reflexively around the tiny charm. Before long, his face smoothed into its usual, unreadable calm, and he got in the car.

Esmeralda had thrown tantrums before, but every time she’d eventually act as though nothing had happened. He was convinced she wouldn’t miss their wedding. She wouldn’t let go.

As for Lucy… Esmeralda was being unreasonable. His kindness toward Lucy was, at least in part, for Esmeralda’s sake as well.

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