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?*

Malcom would much rather his "rebellious"

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

a moment's hesitation, Elodie touched up her makeup to look more presentable, then drove straight to the

would never have anything to do

arrived, one of the housekeepers eyed her with thinly veiled disdain.

years ago-even

Harcourt descended

Reba Ha

"Elodie?" Re

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

was Malcom's illegitimate daughter, born from an affair and, by some cruel irony, shared Elodie's birthday. Yet now Reba strutted around like

move out of

high and mighty you are then." Elodie's voice was steady

Laverne, and Reba all lived here in comfort, enjoying the fruits of Ker mother's legacy. And Reba had the gaff

face twisted with anger, but she quickly recovered, shooting Elodie a look full of malicious glee. "Let's see if you can keep that attitude after what's about

curious female voice

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

barely glanced at Elodie before turning

like Reba. You're jealous of my ow sister?" Ivan teased. Queenie blushed