How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 902

His words completely obliterated her last shred of hope.

She scrambled out of bed, ignoring the sharp ache in her legs. "Fleming, you're joking, right? We're family. We've cared about each other for so many years—"

"What kind of feelings did you think those were? If it wasn't for Esmeralda, why the hell would I have ever given you special treatment?" He stepped back.

She had tried to reach out and lean on him, but his sudden movement caused her to collapse onto the floor.

The devastating blow crushed her.

She hadn't expected this. Just minutes ago, she had been gloating.

Now, the nightmare had descended without warning.

She couldn't believe it. Without that carefully constructed misunderstanding, he didn't spare her a single ounce of pity.

She had genuinely believed she held the winning cards in his heart.

But she had subconsciously ignored one glaring fact: everything Fleming did, he did for someone else.

He didn't spare her another glance.

Even if she dropped dead in front of him today, he wouldn't care.

It was time to clear out the baggage back home, too.

Clearly.

His father was a much sharper businessman.

The wedding fiasco had massive ripple effects, and the Mercer family had taken hits from every direction.

Combine that with the fallout from Esmeralda's family and the lost business ventures, it was more than enough to send the old man into a towering rage once he learned the truth.

That night, the Mercer estate was in total chaos.

Outsiders had no idea what was happening behind closed doors.

But by the next morning.

The rumors were already flying.

Chairman Mercer announced his separation from Lucy's mother. It was only then that the public realized they had never even been legally married.

Someone had even spotted Lucy begging at the gates of the estate, locked out in the cold for the entire night.

Gossip spread like wildfire.

In Brightshore, everyone had naturally assumed that Fleming loved Lucy more than Esmeralda, given how fiercely he always defended her. The elite circles had always given Lucy some grace because of it.

But now...

It was glaringly obvious that she and her mother had been swept out like trash.

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