How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 117

Elodie hadn't even spoken yet when Sylvie's voice came through the phone, cool and composed: "Who's this?"

Elodie's words caught in her throat, suddenly dry and impossible to swallow.

Jarrod hadn't saved her number with a name in his phone? So she showed up as just another unknown caller?

She stared down at her feet and asked quietly, "Is Jarrod there?"

"He's right here, but I'm afraid he's too busy for you today," Sylvie replied, her tone unhurried, almost amused.

The calm certainty in Sylvie's voice made it clear: in her eyes, Elodie was just the kind of "other woman" meant to be kept in the shadows, easily dismissed at a moment's notice.

Elodie's brow furrowed.

Before she could reply, she heard Keith's voice in the background: "Ms. Fielding, the bakery called. They're asking if we should deliver the cake now."

Without hesitation, Elodie ended the call.

She stood rooted to the spot, her face pale. After a long moment, she pressed a hand to her abdomen, rubbing gently as a wave of discomfort worsened.

There was nothing left to confirm. Keith was handling the cake, which meant Jarrod had given the instructions himself.

moment. He hadn't even tried to show

down, making it hard to

she

cypress trees, stubbed out his cigarette and let out a short, derisive laugh as he watched her walk

Silverstein Group.

her phone back on the desk when Jarrod returned from the conference room. He crossed the office in

go together. Unless

genuinely cared. He'd even arranged for the celebration to be held at one of Maurice's

dinner together and cut the

I have some things

then nodded with her usual gentle grace. "Alright,

attention shifted to the stack of

box and set it carefully by Jarrod's hand. "This is a tie my mother picked out especially for

a subtle red

nodded lightly. "Let the

Sylvie smiled, satisfied. "Alright."

entered. "Mr. Silverstein, I've rescheduled your

signs of

Fielding; Elodie's