How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Marrying Jarrod wasn't a choice Elodie made freely; each step along the way had left her with no other options.

She couldn't argue with Alexander's words.

Alexander stood up. "I'll go grab you some water. Wait here."

Elodie glanced at the IV drip, nearly finished now, and considered calling a nurse to remove the needle. But the ER was in chaos-nurses bustling everywhere, no one to spare a moment. She climbed out of bed and took a few steps, but seeing no one available, she leaned against the wall to rest.

Nearby, two women were chatting idly.

"Guess who I just saw? Mr. Silverstein from The Silverstein Group! He rushed into the hospital just now!"

Elodie thought she'd misheard.

Jarrod? Here, at the hospital?

Could he actually be here for her?

The idea seemed far-fetched. He never spent more effort on her than absolutely necessary.

The women's voices floated over again. "Mr. Silverstein brought a stunning woman with him. You should've seen how anxious he was about her."

Of course.

surprise nor disappointment. They were practically strangers

her voice, leaning in conspiratorially. "Between

the mention of a prenatal appointment made Elodie's hand drift unconsciously to her belly—the place

legs felt heavy as

wounds can't be forgotten

are you doing wandering around when

voice sounded

turned and, to her surprise, found

one hand in his pocket, watching her with a wry smile. Who knows how much

tried to wet her parched

"Someone called me and said you fainted. They needed your ID and

same phone number for years, and way back when, Ivan had grabbed her phone and set himself as her emergency

said, no matter what, he'd be

But now...

said quietly.

and pressing a cotton pad to the spot. "You fainted from a

swarming around him. Whenever Elodie got jealous or upset, she'd magically come down with some "illness" or

then calmly pulled her wrist free and put a little distance between