How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 897

Knowing Lucy as well as he did, Adrian figured Fleming was often helpless when it came to her antics.

If it had just been Fleming, he would have answered the phone, but with Lucy interfering, it was a different story; still, if Fleming had understood the gravity of today and refused to indulge Lucy just this once, he wouldn't have missed everything.

The doors swung open.

Fleming stared into the venue.

The bride was nowhere to be seen.

The room was in a state of chaotic disarray, with guests clustered together, whispering furiously.

Many people noticed him standing in the doorway.

Their gazes instantly shifted.

The looks they gave him were loaded with judgment, making his skin crawl.

His father was the first to storm over.

A resounding slap echoed through the room as the older man struck him, shaking with rage. "Fleming! This is unacceptable! Do you have any idea what day it is? Is this how a man acts? You've humiliated the entire Mercer family!"

Fleming barely registered the sting on his cheek.

His eyes desperately scanned the room, searching for Esmeralda.

But she wasn't there.

Adrian's words echoed in his head, piercing through his chest with suffocating despair, his body going rigid as his blood turned to ice and his voice dropped to a whisper. "Where is Esmeralda?"

Mr. Mercer breathed heavily. "She's gone! She went off and married someone else! Are you happy now?!"

Even though Fleming was his own son, the older man was absolutely furious.

The fallout from today would be massive, ruining their reputation, their credibility, and everything in between.

It was a scandal that would make them the laughingstock of their social circle.

"Tell me, what exactly were you out doing?" he demanded.

The question made Lucy's mother panic, and she hurried forward. "What's done is done. Let's not argue about that now. We need to handle the immediate fallout."

Fleming's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes bloodshot. "If I go find her, she'll come back."

That belief was the foundation of his entire relationship.

Esmeralda could never bring herself to abandon him.

She loved him with every fiber of her being; even when she was furious, she never stayed mad for long.

He didn't even bother asking who she had supposedly married, writing it off as complete nonsense.

He knew her; she was impulsive and full of wild ideas, and she was just trying to make him jealous because he was late—he was absolutely sure of it.

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