How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 137

She had noticed some time ago that Elodie wasn't wearing her ring, but hadn't thought much of it then. Now, seeing that Elodie still never wore it, she couldn't help but ask.

Jarrod glanced sideways at the question, his eyes flicking to Elodie's slender, pale hands.

Elodie answered calmly, "It just gets in the way."

The truth was, when she'd mailed Jarrod the divorce papers, she'd included the wedding ring in the envelope. She had no idea what he'd done with it—maybe he'd handed it off to Keith to deal with, for all she knew.

Honestly, ever since their wedding day, she'd been the only one to wear a ring. Jarrod had never once put his on, always presenting himself to the world as a single man.

She'd been performing this one-woman show long enough.

From the old woman's perspective, what harm could a ring possibly cause? She glanced at Jarrod's bare fingers too, and suddenly seemed to understand- Elodie's heart hadn't grown cold overnight.

look, silently urging him to say something. Even a perfunctory gesture of reassurance would be better

to miss its meaning. Instead of asking Elodie why she'd stopped wearing the ring, he offered the old woman a piece of shrimp. "Why are you blinking at

with no intention of setting an

closed it again with a sigh, her expression tinged with helpless resignation. She

not to notice and ate her dinner in

Jarrod had wanted to wear that ring, he wouldn't have gone three years without putting

to her surprise, she settled into

things. As soon as he realized she was there, Jarrod tilted the phone screen away from her. Elodie guessed he was probably chatting up Sylvie again, with

hadn't had a single moment to plug

bed, plugging it in, Jarrod stretched out his legs and asked, almost absent-mindedly, "Want

looked up, confused.