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?

and strode off

in

up and

studied her calm expression, surprised there wasn't a

and not even say hello?" Ivan's tone

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

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

bite in his words; everything he said

composure. "Is there something you

her cold indifference, instinctively drew his cigarette away and stubbed it out. "You saw and walked away. Isn't that your way of making me

with him. He'd never been

her lip, finding it all ridiculous. "You're mistaken. What you do with your

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

hadn't expected Ivan-who knew her almost as well as her closest family-to twist the knife about her

turning away to get into her

voice low

lot, a black Mercedes was just pulling past the security post. Jarrod sat in the driver's seat, with Sylvie beside him. Both

were dark and unreadable; his face betrayed nothing, and he quickly looked away,

probably