How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

After finishing up her work, Elodie got a call from Keith.

He relayed Jarrod's instructions, making his intentions perfectly clear.

Elodie understood instantly. No matter how anyone tried to spin it, Sylvie had been involved with Jarrod while he was still married-she was, in every sense, the other woman. Jarrod wanted Elodie to handle the fallout, to smooth things over officially. If anyone decided to dredge up old scandals, he needed Elodie-the wife-to publicly "clear Sylvie's name." That way, Sylvie couldn't be accused of breaking up a marriage, and Jarrod could silence any rumors or moral outrage.

Jarrod really was willing to go to any lengths for Sylvie.

As for Jarrod's barely veiled threat about her "considering her options"—it was just a warning. If Elodie didn't play along, she could forget about working anywhere else once she left The Silverstein Group. He could easily ruin her career.

For three years, she'd done everything right, devoting herself to being the perfect wife. From the day they married, she'd cut all ties with her past, determined to make a new start. But it had earned her nothing-certainly not Jarrod's love.

She was exhausted.

A bitter smile tugged at Elodie's lips. In a calm, almost detached tone, she said, "I'm taking sick leave. If you insist I work while I'm ill, that's a violation of labor law. We can let the courts settle it."

She was already heading for divorce and about to quit her job-she couldn't care less about Jarrod's feelings now.

After work, as soon as Elodie got in her car, she saw a message from her father, Malcom Harcourt:

*Your brother is getting out of prison. We're having a family dinner. Are you coming home?*

like an invitation, but Elodie knew better. Malcom would much rather his "rebellious" daughter stayed away and didn't

He thought she'd brought shame on the family, and if she hadn't been useful— marrying

been Ivan. The person who once meant everything to her. After a moment's hesitation, Elodie touched up her makeup to look more presentable, then drove

never have anything to do with the Harcourts

arrived, one of the housekeepers eyed her with thinly

This had stopped being her home years ago-even the staff looked down on her and made it

Harcourt descended

Reba Ha

"Elodie?" Re

home for a minute and you're already showing up to make everyone uncomfortable. Does it make you happy,

daughter, born from an affair and, by some cruel irony, shared Elodie's birthday. Yet now Reba strutted around like the perfect daughter, lording it over

always move

mighty you are then." Elodie's voice

Reba all lived here in comfort, enjoying the fruits of Ker

shooting Elodie a look full of malicious glee. "Let's see if you can keep

female voice

arm. Queenie Jett, seeing Elodie's face, tugged on Ivan's sleeve and

turning

his arm snug around her waist. "She's my sister. Just like Reba. You're jealous of my ow