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.

There had even been a photo, with the date written on the

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

Yet here they were.

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

kind of people

Elodie's frozen expression, finally

strike a blow

you deserved to know the truth, so

Fielding, obviously," Reba said,

Elodie said nothing.

swept up

Ivan shot

Ivan was still inclined to defend Elodie, bit

either. He looked deeply disappointed as he prepared to leave. "If you can't even keep your own man, what

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

headed for their

Ivan, her eyes lingering. "Let's go home, big brother. There's no point in

glance back. "You two go

one last resentful look, slammed the door, and

at Ivan, her tone cool and unbothered, as if nothing had

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