How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 100

Chapter 99

Elodie watched the old woman's warm, bustling manner with a flicker of unease. "He... already left," she said.

She wasn't entirely sure when Jarrod had gone the night before.

Judging by the bed, she was certain he hadn't slept there.

The old woman's expression changed at once. "Left? But it's only seven-thirty! I got up at six and never saw him leave."

Sensing something off, Elodie tried to soothe her. "Are you alright, Grandma?"

The elderly woman glanced at Elodie's curious face, then let out a heavy sigh. "What I gave him yesterday wasn't a tonic-it was... something to stir up his desires."

Traditional medicine was a vast, mysterious thing.

She'd gone to special lengths, asking Dr. MacLeod to prepare just the right prescription.

Clearly, it hadn't been put to use at all.

Elodie certainly didn't look like a woman who'd spent a passionate night with her husband.

Elodie's face tightened, and she pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

sounded

when he'd

voice from the stairs. Octavia descended, stifling a yawn, and shot Elodie a knowing look as she passed. "He already had breakfast with

Someone else...

had to

lowered her eyes, hiding

last night to

if that medicine had sparked his urges, it would never have been for her. Besides, after the sultry photos and then the added effect of the prescription... she could only imagine the

under her breath, "Running off first thing in the morning! Just what out there keeps pulling him

this trouble-how had she ended

offer

say that Jarrod

was no point in upsetting the

As for the medicine...

smile played

any onlooker, she'd become the wife so thoroughly ignored

to rely on

end, Grandma's efforts had only served to spice up Jarrod and Sylvie's

art gallery opened for its weekend

events, so Elodie

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