How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 41

Jarrod's eyes held a hint of mockery. His tone was perfectly neutral, yet there was always something in it that made Elodie feel uneasy.

A sudden flush crept up Elodie's cheeks.

She knew exactly why.

Back then, desperate for Jarrod to get used to her presence and take her seriously as his wife, she'd forced herself to call him "darling" even when it made her cringe. Every other sentence out of her mouth started with that word.

Even when they were intimate, she would murmur it softly against his ear.

Not that it ever mattered.

Jarrod almost never responded to her.

And now, having it laid bare like this, she couldn't help but feel awkward and exposed.

Seeing the change in her expression, Jarrod felt a sense of inevitability. She was still the same Elodie.

No matter how composed she seemed on the surface, she always gave herself away eventually.

He let out a quiet, derisive laugh, then turned away, clearly done with the conversation.

But to Elodie, his attitude was more grating than words.

say that it didn't matter anymore, since they'd be divorced soon anyway—but before she could, the elevator doors

stepped out and disappeared down the corridor without so much

didn't even get

been settled last month, I swear, I'd have torn that woman's little

and his manufacturing firm, VistaLink Technologies, was one of the best. They'd worked

But that was then.

had turned into

business again for sure. VistaLink Technologies isn't some industry behemoth

in public, Jarrod might

all, he'd always

the last thing Elodie wanted was for

brat can still act so smug! She thinks she's something special? There's always someone better out there. And

toward Elodie. "Look! I posted your photo on my story and the comments section exploded-everyone's asking if you're single, begging me to introduce them. Take a look, see if anyone catches your

but she was naturally reserved, never one to

noticed her, it was impossible to look

care. And I don't have the energy

this morning is

illness, there

time and strength into things that

home, baked a batch of sweet pastries, and brought them to the

uncle's fees were due

spirits today. When he saw her, his smile was gentle. "It's freezing out—what

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