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.

to say something. Even a perfunctory gesture of reassurance would be better than

miss its meaning. Instead of asking Elodie why she'd stopped wearing the ring, he offered the old woman a piece of shrimp.

changing the subject, clearly with no intention of setting an example

to speak, then closed it again with a sigh, her expression

notice and ate

had wanted to wear that ring, he wouldn't have gone three years without putting it on. For all she knew, it was lost somewhere

the old woman to leave after dinner, but to her surprise, she settled into the guest room for the

his phone. She had to pass by him to get to her 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 things he didn't want her to see. She didn't care, brushing

dead-she hadn't had a single

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

up, confused.