How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 44

By the time Elodie reached the house, it was nearly nine. Rush hour traffic had eaten up most of her evening.

Cara, the housekeeper, looked surprised to see her. "Mrs. Sinclair, you're back! Have you eaten? Shall I make you something?"

Elodie offered a polite smile. "No need. I'm not staying long-I'll be leaving soon."

Cara's face clouded with concern. "You just got home and you're leaving again? Did you... have a fight with Mr. Sinclair?"

Elodie knelt to open the shoe cabinet, searching for a pair of disposable slippers. "No," she replied simply.

And it was true.

The reality was, Jarrod had a habit of treating her as if she were invisible.

His indifference hurt more than any argument ever could.

Except for the few predictable days each month, they barely spoke at all. Fights? They never happened.

Now, they were simply getting divorced.

Cara had been the housekeeper since their wedding, and she thought she knew Elodie well-thought she was just being stubborn and prideful.

Cara couldn't help but try to coax her. "Mrs. Sinclair, there's no hurdle you can't get over. Couples argue and make up—that's marriage. Didn't you always say so yourself?"

"You love Mr. Sinclair so much, and you're lost without him. If this blows up..."

Would you really be able to back down gracefully?

In the end, you'd just swallow your pride and come crawling back. That's how it always looked.

Elodie paused, momentarily dazed.

how everyone

accept everything without complaint, to bend over backwards for Jarrod, no

imagined she might be the one

in silence, then changed

Cara hesitated. "Not much..."

rest," Elodie said, as if she'd

Jarrod

welcoming

had two: one was Jarrod's private sanctuary, strictly

she'd kept up with the world, never letting

knew every inch of the place-she'd decorated it herself, after all-so she quickly

all the books she wanted to take with her and

little bit of exertion left

her body

to ask Cara to help her carry the box downstairs—and only then did she

had already blanketed the ground

glanced at

climbed into her car as Cara went off to bed.

She tried again. Nothing.

use the car

checked the

from the city. Just walking out to the main road would take half an hour, and cabs never came in here. With the snow coming down, rideshares would be backed

frowned, fatigue weighing

and she was too exhausted to

to

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