How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 895

Esmeralda caught on in an instant. "So, my irresistible beauty finally got to you, huh?"

Alexander turned toward her, the corners of his mouth curving up in a slow, almost mocking grin. "You had a glob of lash glue sparkling in the light like a damn diamond. I have to admit, it was impressively messy."

Esmeralda shot him a look of utter disbelief. "...Pull over."

She was ready to fling herself out of the car.

But there was no time left.

They were already pulling up to City Hall.

After Alexander’s nonsense, Esmeralda didn’t even have a chance to wallow in heartbreak or nostalgia.

He climbed out and practically swept her from the seat, arm hooked securely around her shoulder as he steered her across the parking lot toward the entrance.

With that iron grip, escaping was hopeless.

Alexander had come thoroughly prepared, every document in perfect order.

He spread them triumphantly on the counter, then fixed her with a look. "Esmeralda, do you really think you’ll find anyone better than me?"

A shiver raced down Esmeralda’s spine. "You can’t say that for sure..."

Her answer clearly annoyed him. He yanked her a step closer. "I'm twenty-eight, never so much as had a real relationship, no skeletons, no complicated history. I'm a straight-laced, outstanding guy—you might want to think about that."

He’d spent so long hiding his feelings, dancing around the truth. But now? Forget it. He’d had enough of pretending.

Esmeralda swallowed, surprised not to feel nearly so sad as she'd expected. There wasn’t room for heartbreak—just shock at how quickly everything was happening.

Fleming? She barely had time to think about him.

She hesitated, voice small. "Do you really think we could… make this work?"

Best friend one day; now he’s practically breaking in and proposing the next.

Alexander just gave a flat, humorless smile, snatching her ID right out of her hands. "We’ll see soon enough."

And then—

The official’s stamp came down with a loud, final thud.

For a moment, everything in Esmeralda’s mind went blank.

She was terrified of the unknown that lay ahead.

But she knew Alexander. He wouldn’t sell himself short; he was brutally honest but always clear about what he wanted. He never made careless decisions.

If that was the case…

Esmeralda squeezed her eyes shut.

Marrying someone else? None of the alternatives seemed any better than Alexander. At least with him, there was something genuine between them. Besides, her family would be on her case if she didn’t get married soon, and the mess with Fleming had left her exhausted. So… fine.

Let’s do this.

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