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.

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

he offered the old woman a piece of shrimp. "Why are

no

woman glared at him, opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again with a sigh, her expression tinged with

pretended not to notice and ate her

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

but to her surprise, she settled into the guest room for the night.

bedroom, she found Jarrod sitting on the window seat, scrolling through 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

phone was dead-she hadn't had a

of the bed, plugging it in, Jarrod stretched out his legs and asked, almost absent-mindedly, "Want me to send you the photos and

looked up, confused.