How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Sylvie acted as though she hadn't even noticed Elodie. Smiling gently at Octavia, she said, "Call me whatever you like if it makes you happy, Octavia."

Jarrod looked up, a hint of impatience in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

Elodie met his cold, indifferent gaze and understood immediately.

He'd gotten the wrong idea-again.

Sure enough, Maurice Nilsson, standing off to the side, shot Elodie a frosty glare. "Ms. Thorne, you really don't know when to quit, do you? Following Jarrod all the way to one of our private gatherings-don't you think that's a bit much? We're all adults here. It's embarrassing, don't you think?"

Why else would Elodie show up?

To catch her husband cheating, obviously.

Maurice scoffed, certain he saw right through her. "It's pathetic, honestly. You know Jarrod doesn't even like you."

He'd never forgiven her for what happened that night-how she'd arranged for a reporter to take photos after sleeping with Jarrod. If Jarrod hadn't acted quickly to suppress the story, the Silverstein family's reputation would have been in shreds.

A woman who'd risk her own reputation just to climb the social ladder-none of Jarrod's friends respected her for it.

Elodie was used to this kind of biting sarcasm. As far as Jarrod's circle was concerned, she was the shameless woman who didn't know her place.

Sylvie sat poised at Jarrod's side, graceful and self-possessed, pouring juice for Octavia without even glancing at Elodie. Confidence and elegance radiated from her-she had nothing to fear from any confrontation.

Elodie understood perfectly. This was what it meant to be the favored one: to act with impunity.

"Are you upset?" Octavia asked Sylvie nervously, glancing between her and Elodie. She worried that Sylvie might be bothered by the woman who was about to take her brother away.

Sylvie just smiled softly, offering no comment.

perhaps worried Sylvie would misunderstand, grew even colder. "If you have something to

didn't

the hallway, Jarrod regarded her coolly. "How did

tone was calm, but he clearly

"You're overthinking it. I'm not here to see you, and I don't

divorced-she had no

you really don't care," Jarrod replied icily, "then why call in sick from

she had a sick uncle; why would she give up a high-paying job

her with detached

felt any urge to explain

took a step back. "Let's just get the divorce paperwork

didn't want any more entanglements. She'd only come because Octavia had gone missing, but now even that seemed

girl had orchestrated the whole thing to mess with

trying to explain; Octavia would never

Elodie wanted was to finalize the divorce as

onto her, almost as

She'd already sent him the divorce

leave, but

vers

rushed by, bumping hard into her shoulder. Elodie lost

cool scent

years of sharing a bed, she'd memorized that

up. "Sorry, I didn't

medicinal and frowned.

clenched. If