How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 37

Jarrod's gaze was utterly indifferent. He could see how exhausted and sickly she looked, but there wasn't the slightest bit of concern in his eyes.

They'd been married for three years, sharing the same house, the same routines, day in and day out.

Even a pair of stray cats or dogs, thrown together for three years, would have developed more of a bond than this.

But for Jarrod, the only thing that ever seemed to matter was Sylvie.

Whether Elodie lived or died didn't seem to make any difference to him. Elodie's eyes flickered, landing for a moment on Sylvie's stomach.

She quickly pulled away from Ivan's hand as he tried to ruffle her hair.

Ivan had spotted Jarrod and his group. Glancing at Elodie, he greeted them, "Mr. Silverstein, not feeling well today?"

Jarrod nodded with his usual poise, "I brought Sylvie in for a checkup."

Ivan, remembering some gossip he'd just overheard, raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Good news, then? I heard it was a prenatal appointment?"

Sylvie arched a brow, exchanging a glance with Jarrod before giving a small, knowing smile.

Jarrod's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Careful what you say, Mr. Harcourt. Rumors like that aren't good for Sylvie."

Elodie sat quietly, staring at the back of her own swollen hand, puffy from IV fluids.

Jarrod had grown up with a classic British elite education-elegant, polished, always the perfect gentleman. Even if he was cold at heart, on the surface he never slipped up. It was all for show, never for anyone's sake but his own.

Except, of course, when it came to Sylvie.

slightest mistake. "Oh,

wanted the doctor to have a look at it,"

Sylvie's hand. It was slender, pale, and almost

yet Jarrod

right in front of him,

the saying

who doesn't love you, even if you hang yourself, they'll think you're just playing on

"I'll go find the doctor. You two carry

a word to Elodie, and though her expression remained gentle throughout, there was a

with Jarrod and Ivan either. She stood

finally

looked thinner than

wearing hung loosely on her

greet him, didn't seek out conversation the way she used to her voice gentle, always trying to find

she'd seemed so

watching her a little

and teased, "Mr. Silverstein, you're so wrapped up in Ms. Fielding these days that I have to keep an eye on Elodie for you. She's running a fever-how hard have you

is no longer an employee of

genuinely surprised and hesitated

everything, big or small. He supposed she just hadn't had the

her temporary hospital bed, Elodie searched for

of warm water. "I'll drive you home after your IV

a lot more of this place in the future, and she wanted to avoid it

Alex. I

laugh. "Let's be honest, I'm more reliable than your husband,

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