How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 113

Queenie clung to Ivan's arm, but he just took a long drag from his cigarette and patted her on the head. "Enough, go inside and wait for the results. I'll finish my smoke and come find you."

She caught the careless, unmoved look on his face and knew he wasn't letting her get away with any games. Reluctantly, she tugged at his sleeve. "Alright, but don't take too long."

She'd smashed Ivan's favorite mug earlier, and when she saw his anger, she felt a strange mix of nervousness and sweetness. Instinctively, she faked a

stomachache to defuse his temper.

Thankfully, after sweeping up the broken pieces, Ivan had taken her straight to the hospital.

His concern for her made it impossible for Queenie to admit she'd been faking.

Once Queenie disappeared toward the emergency room, Ivan finally turned his gaze in the direction Elodie had gone.

For a moment, he wondered:

Did Elodie see what just happened?

Would her eyes be red with anger again?

aside, and

in when a hand appeared out of

looked up and

surprised there wasn't a hint of

you know and not even say hello?"

her. "It's dark-I didn't see you." She

you were being chased? You've been married before, haven't you? What's

in his words; everything he said

composure. "Is

away and stubbed it out. "You saw

games with him. He'd never been able to

ridiculous. "You're mistaken. What you do

Ivan's smile turned cold. "That so? When Jarrod was spoiling his mistress, Mrs. Silverstein, I never

well as her closest family-to twist the knife about her and

away to get into her

voice low and mocking. "If you won't

pulling past the security post.

and unreadable; his face betrayed nothing, and he quickly looked

He's probably