How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 110

So all she could do was stall for as long as possible.

Once the VistaLink Technologies project was secured and running smoothly, she could finally take time for her treatment—and start preparing her grandmother and uncle for the news.

When she finished changing her clothes and stepped out, her phone wouldn't stop chiming.

Elodie picked it up and glanced at the screen.

Photos from Esmeralda.

Clearly snapped on the sly.

The pictures showed the jewelry store in the shopping mall-Jarrod was there, helping Sylvie pick out jewelry.

Sylvie was holding an emerald necklace in her hands.

So, when he'd called Elodie earlier, he must've taken a quick break from his date to handle it.

Esmeralda: [Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting!]

Esmeralda: [I'm right next door. I watched Jarrod swipe his credit card for Sylvie over and over, buying her more luxury gifts than I could count. Just a minute ago, he bought her that emerald necklace and matching earrings-they cost more than a million dollars.]

[He didn't even

[You have to hand it to Sylvie. She's got this mistress thing down

first time in a while, thought back on her marriage to

the gifts

instruct Jarrod to pick up some limited-edition handbags or jewelry for Elodie

to handle them, as if ticking off a task on his to-do list—a gesture that looked thoughtful, but felt as impersonal as an

the gifts themselves were worth a

to him personally accompanying Sylvie, though, they seemed

hadn't even taken those things with her: they were still sitting in the closet at the marital

quick reply-Get home soon-and then put her phone away, heading off to

for Jarrod and Sylvie, she

them dictate her

The next day.

VistaLink Technologies and

sent her

forgotten, caught up with

didn't want to pester him, so she

Elodie

time, when she'd tried to talk to Jarrod about her mother's memorial, he hadn't let her finish.