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.

were

lowered her voice, leaning in conspiratorially. "Between us, I think they're here for

Elodie's hand drift

felt heavy

some wounds can't be forgotten

wandering around when

voice sounded behind

her surprise, found Ivan

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

her parched

shrugged. "Someone called me and said you fainted.

suddenly remembered-she'd had the same phone number for years, and way back

no matter what, he'd be there for her

But now...

quietly. "My friend didn't

studied her for 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,

then, he'd always had admirers swarming around him. Whenever Elodie got jealous or upset,

free and put a little distance between them. "You