How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 117

Chapter 116

A chill seemed to seep right through Elodie's chest, as if a cold draft had tunneled straight into her heart.

She stared at the photos Sylvie had sent: one showed the party villa all dressed up for a celebration, the other, a set of emerald jewelry.

She recognized that jewelry-Esmeralda had once bumped into Jarrod and Sylvie at a jewelry boutique, where Jarrod had splurged over a million dollars on it.

So that's what it was for.

A gift for Selma.

No wonder she'd heard nothing from Jarrod after reaching out to Keith. He'd made his choice from the very beginning, hadn't he?

Sylvie's message read: "This will be the most spectacular, lively birthday Mom has ever had. Special thanks to someone... Everyone, look forward to the fireworks tonight!"

Who that "someone" was, didn't need spelling out.

Emotion flickered in Elodie's eyes.

A bitter smile crept across her otherwise calm face.

Because..... Selma's birthday wasn't even today.

photo, with the date written on the back as a keepsake. Elodie had come

old calendar, Selma's birthday wouldn't be until next

Yet here they were.

picked today-today of all days, the day her family gathered

of people

Elodie's

last, she'd managed to strike a

thought you deserved to know the truth, so you wouldn't be left

Fielding, obviously," Reba said, pocketing

Elodie said nothing.

up in

shot

still inclined to defend Elodie, bit her lip

can't even keep your own man, what good are you? The Silverstein family could've been our

Elodie had managed to win Jarrod's favor, the Harcourt family might not have

and daughter headed

"Let's go home,

glance back. "You two

shot Elodie one last resentful look, slammed the door, and the

Ivan, her tone cool and unbothered, as if

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