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.

Selma a birthday party. There had even been a photo, with the date written on the

old calendar, Selma's birthday wouldn't

Yet here they were.

gathered to mourn her mother-to throw a party,

of people did

satisfied by Elodie's frozen expression, finally

she'd managed to strike a blow and

just thought you deserved to know the truth,

Fielding, obviously," Reba said, pocketing

Elodie said nothing.

mind was a storm, swept up in the absurdity

Reba." Ivan shot her

seeing Ivan was still inclined to defend Elodie, bit her lip and glared at

he prepared to leave. "If you can't even keep your own man, what good

favor, the Harcourt family might not have missed out on their chance

daughter headed for

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

much as glance

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

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