How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 899

Esmeralda swallowed hard to soothe her dry throat and took a step back. "It's too late. It's all too late, Fleming."

"I gave you chances. I gave you countless chances. But I was never your priority. You just assumed I would always tolerate being put second, that I would swallow the neglect. You were spoiled by the version of me that loved you blindly. But feelings change, Fleming. Every single time you chose Lucy, you knew exactly how much it hurt me, but you told yourself you'd 'deal with it later.' You lied to yourself. You knew you were wrong, but you figured my love for you would make it okay, that I would just digest the pain on my own. You knew everything, you just didn't care enough to stop."

It wasn't that Fleming didn't care about her; she knew he did.

But he didn't value her enough.

He thought her love was a convenient safety net that saved him the trouble of having to apologize or put effort into their relationship, arrogantly confident that she would never leave him.

So he took her for granted, over and over again.

Her words drained whatever color was left in Fleming's face.

She had dragged every subconscious, selfish thought he'd ever harbored out into the brutal light of day.

He did love her, but he had been far too arrogant.

Pushed to the brink.

Fleming practically begged, desperate to explain himself. "That's because of the accident at the ski resort all those years ago! You caused her to get hurt, so how could I not step in and clean up the mess..."

His voice trailed off.

A sudden wave of realization washed over Esmeralda.

No wonder everything had shifted between them after that.

She knew Lucy had gotten injured at the ski resort a few years back.

She had heard it happened on the back slopes.

She had wanted to visit her, but Fleming had adamantly stopped her from going.

And now, hearing him blurt that out...

Esmeralda suddenly understood. "You think I'm the one who hurt her?"

Fleming remained dead silent.

A bitter, self-deprecating laugh escaped Esmeralda's lips.

It turned out the man she loved was far worse than she had ever imagined.

They had grown up together, yet he hadn't believed in her character for a second.

"Let me guess. Lucy told you I was the reason she has a limp? Or did she claim I set her up?"

She didn't even care how he answered anymore.

Her expression turned frigid, her words sharp and deliberate. "If I ever did something that vile, may lightning strike me dead where I stand. I had no idea she even went to the ski resort, let alone got hurt. As for what really happened, you can go listen to whatever lies your precious Lucy spun for you. That's between the two of you now. And one more thing—"

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