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.

a moment. He hadn't even tried to show her

her down, making

to force her emotions back into check. When she finally

beneath the cypress trees, stubbed out his cigarette and let out a short, derisive laugh as he

Silverstein Group.

the desk when Jarrod returned from the conference room. He crossed the office in long strides, glancing at his watch. "You haven't

softly. "I was hoping we could go together. Unless you have other work to

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

planned to have dinner together and cut the cake

I have some things I need to finish

face, then nodded with her usual gentle grace. "Alright,

shifted to the stack of files

carefully by Jarrod's hand. "This is a tie my mother picked

a subtle red pattern, the red

"Let the driver take

Sylvie smiled, satisfied. "Alright."

I've rescheduled your appointments for today. When would

for any signs of

decided not to mention Elodie's earlier call about the anniversary. Clearly, Mr. Silverstein was choosing to prioritize Ms. Fielding; Elodie's absence wouldn't matter. She'd always been the one