How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 894

Things had gotten completely out of hand.

The scandal was far beyond damage control now.

If things had unfolded the way everyone expected, Fleming would have eventually returned, apologized, they'd have quietly signed the marriage papers, and that would have been the end of it. Gossip about the runaway groom might have flickered briefly in their social set, but it would die down soon enough.

Instead, Alexander’s bombshell of a proposal—if you could even call it a proposal; it felt more like hijacking the whole affair—had fanned the flames into a five-alarm firestorm.

Everyone knew Fleming was to blame, and now the Mercer family was about to become society’s favorite cautionary tale.

But times had changed. People cared less about rules and reputation; living for yourself wasn’t controversial anymore, and hardly anyone thought Esmeralda was in the wrong for moving on. If anything, her decision fueled waves of admiration, envy, and excitement—especially among the women in their world. It was a story people wanted to believe in.

The room still buzzed, a maelstrom of speculation and excited whispers.

The actor who’d been hired to make an appearance stood frozen, speechless. What about him? Was his paycheck still coming?

Elodie watched Alexander and Esmeralda make their exit. In the end, she just gave a wry, silent smile.

Alexander had always been a force of nature—aggressive, brash, sometimes foolhardy, but more often than not, his wild gambles paid off. That was why, in her mind, the world did truly belong to the brave.

Esmeralda was hardly aware of being bundled into the car. She was still reeling—mentally stuck at the altar, unsure if she was even awake.

Alexander slid in beside her, snapped her seatbelt into place, and rapped her lightly on the forehead. “ID and driver license—anything official you got?”

She stared at him blankly. “Yeah, in my bag.”

She always carried them. Years ago, she’d been that hopeless romantic who entertained the fantasy of Fleming showing up one day to sweep her off her feet, ready to marry at a moment’s notice. She’d always wanted to be prepared for him.

Now...

“Perfect. Buckle up.” Alexander gunned the engine.

“Wait—where are we even going?”

“City Hall. We’re getting married.”

“What?” Esmeralda’s breath hitched in her throat.

Alexander flicked her a side glance. “What, planning to dodge responsibility now?”

She waved both hands frantically. “No, no, of course not!”

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