How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 104

As expected, she shook her head, resigned.

Even Grady couldn't resist walking over. "Of all the people to pick a fight with, you chose Ms. Fielding? And with Mr. Silverstein watching? What did you think would happen—that Ms. Fielding would lose out to you?"

In his mind, going up against Sylvie was just Elodie setting herself up for disappointment.

"If you're so unhappy, why not drag your husband over and let him fight for you?" Grady sneered, unable to resist another jab.

He still remembered how shocked he'd been when he heard Elodie had gotten

married. Back then, he'd had quite a soft spot for her-beautiful, poised, a woman of substance with her own ideas. He'd thought highly of her. But then, out of nowhere, she'd gotten married. Worse, she'd chosen to settle down as a housewife.

Now she spent her days fussing over a man and the kitchen, wasting her potential.

Just like that, his admiration turned to contempt.

Turned out, she was no different from all those other women-nothing like Sylvie: smart, educated, independent, never relying on a man.

Elodie couldn't have cared less about Grady's opinion. Still, she had to admit, the situation was bitterly ironic.

Her so-called husband? He was right there, doting on another woman.

Esmeralda returned from upstairs. Catching sight of Grady once again hovering around Elodie, she

hand, then glanced coldly at Grady. "We're not friends, Mr. Mercer. In the future, please keep your opinions about my life to

over her. She only kept the peace when it suited her. If someone crossed the

stunned. He'd never expected the usually mild-mannered Elodie to speak so

but once it sank in, his

thought-compared to Sylvie, Elodie couldn't even handle

to the lounge for

gave a brief rundown of what had

at all how you feel? After everything you've been through together, how can he go out of his way to hurt you

what a marriage

you didn't know better, you'd think

had no solid ground to fight for it, especially with Jarrod backing Sylvie. There was no way she could

to change

truly didn't understand-after the

least

later, the

her. She had simply crossed Sylvie's interests, and he would

to the bottom of