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.

had even been a photo,

to the old calendar, Selma's birthday wouldn't be

Yet here they were.

today-today of all days, the day her family gathered to mourn her mother-to throw

kind of people

Elodie's frozen expression, finally

strike a blow and

truth, so you

with Ms. Fielding, obviously,"

Elodie said nothing.

was a storm, swept up in the absurdity of it

enough, Reba." Ivan shot her a

Elodie, bit

of staying either. He looked deeply disappointed as he prepared to leave. "If you can't even keep your own man, what good are you? The Silverstein family could've been our golden ticket, and

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

headed for

eyes lingering. "Let's go home, big brother.

as glance back.

Elodie one last resentful look, slammed

tone cool and unbothered, as if nothing had happened. "Let's go