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.

hadn't even tried to show her a shred

dragged her down,

emotions back into check. When she finally returned to the front garden, she wore a calm, neutral expression, as if nothing

his cigarette and let out a short, derisive laugh as

Silverstein Group.

returned from the conference room. He crossed the

go together. Unless you have other work to

genuinely cared. He'd even arranged for the celebration to be held at one of Maurice's private resorts, booking the entire place for the night-just to make

planned to have dinner together

"You go ahead. I have some things I need to

then nodded with her usual

the stack of

out an elegant box and set it carefully by Jarrod's hand. "This is a tie my mother picked out especially for you. Today's a special day-l thought

with a subtle red pattern, the red standing out boldly against

nodded lightly. "Let the driver

Sylvie smiled, satisfied. "Alright."

she'd left, Keith entered. "Mr. Silverstein, I've rescheduled your appointments for today. When would you like to

expression, searching for any signs of emotion, but there was nothing

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 to keep her composure, never causing a