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.

nor disappointment. They were

woman lowered her voice, leaning in conspiratorially. "Between

here for Sylvie, the mention of a prenatal appointment made Elodie's hand drift unconsciously to her belly—the

felt heavy as

in her chest reminded her that some wounds can't be

you doing wandering around when you're

easygoing voice

turned and, to her surprise,

hand in his pocket, watching her with a wry

her parched throat. "What are you

said you fainted.

way back when, Ivan had grabbed her phone and set himself as her

no matter what, he'd be

But now...

Elodie said quietly. "My

a moment, 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

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

pulled her wrist free and put a little distance