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.
Sylvie would misunderstand, grew even colder.
her gaze and didn't look back at
the hallway, Jarrod regarded her coolly. "How did
tone was calm, but he clearly
eyes, feeling a tightness in her chest. "You're overthinking it. I'm not
had no
icily, "then why call in sick from work to avoid doing PR for
up a high-paying job so easily? She wasn't like Sylvie,
studied her
felt any urge
a step back. "Let's just get the divorce paperwork
She'd only come because Octavia had
surprised to see her-clearly, the girl had orchestrated the whole
was no point trying to explain; Octavia
wanted was to finalize the divorce
dark eyes locking onto her,
already sent
leave, but just as
vers
shoulder. Elodie lost her balance, stumbling backward-straight into a broad,
scent filled
sharing a bed, she'd memorized that
looked up. "Sorry, I
medicinal and frowned. "Are you feeling
heart clenched.
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