How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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.

and Selma were still close, her mom had once thrown Selma a birthday party. There had even been a photo, with the date written on the back as a

the old calendar, Selma's birthday

Yet here they were.

the day her family gathered to mourn her mother-to throw a party, launch fireworks, and

kind of people did

by Elodie's frozen

last, she'd managed to strike a blow and come

thought you deserved to know the truth, so you

with Ms. Fielding, obviously,"

Elodie said nothing.

mind was a storm, swept up

Reba." Ivan shot

seeing Ivan was still inclined to defend Elodie, bit her

your own man, what good are you? The Silverstein family could've been

the Harcourt family might not have missed

daughter headed for

lingering. "Let's go home, big brother. There's no

didn't so much as glance back. "You two go on

look, slammed

glanced at Ivan, her tone cool and unbothered, as if nothing had happened. "Let's go inside.