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 now what was there

leaning in conspiratorially. "Between us, I think they're here for a prenatal

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

felt heavy as

chest reminded her that some wounds

are you doing wandering around when you're

easygoing voice

and, to her surprise,

one hand in his pocket, watching her with a wry smile.

wet her parched throat. "What are you

called me and said you fainted. They

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

matter what, he'd be there for her in

But now...

Elodie said quietly.

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,

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

her wrist free and put a little