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.

neither surprise nor disappointment. They were practically strangers now what was there to

conspiratorially. "Between us, I think they're here for

the mention of a prenatal appointment made Elodie's hand drift unconsciously to her belly—the place she'd soon lose the ability to carry

legs felt heavy

some wounds can't be

wandering

man's easygoing voice sounded

her

in his pocket, watching her with a wry smile. Who knows how much of the

to wet her parched throat. "What are

said you fainted. They needed

phone number for years, and way back when, Ivan had grabbed her phone and

matter what, he'd be there for her in

But now...

said quietly.

then stepped forward, effortlessly removing her IV and pressing a cotton pad to the spot. "You fainted from a cold and a fever? Elodie, you're still the same as when you were a

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

free and