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 across it while sorting

to 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,

kind of people

Elodie's frozen expression,

a blow and come out

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

Fielding, obviously," Reba said,

Elodie said nothing.

was a storm, swept up in

Reba." Ivan shot her a

defend Elodie, bit her lip

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

favor, the Harcourt family might not have missed out on

headed for

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

so much as glance

one last resentful look, slammed the

cool and unbothered, as if nothing had happened.

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