How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 148

Chapter 147

And then-

Another familiar profile picture appeared below.

It was Sylvie.

Elodie's gaze flickered.

So, they actually had a private group chat, just for themselves...

Of course they did. Sylvie was always the center of attention, the one everyone gravitated toward.

All these years she'd been married to Jarrod, Elodie had never known that "plus- ones" could be included in their circle-at least, not openly.

Not that it mattered anymore.

Still, stumbling upon this now felt oddly like some embarrassing secret about her had been aired out for their amusement. She couldn't help but find a bitter humor in it.

Joseph seemed about to say something, but then he caught sight of a private message from Sylvie.

Sylvie: [You're really seeing someone? Who is it?]

didn't answer her. Instead, he dropped

Elsewhere-

Dinner was over.

them had gathered together afterward, including the sons of various

clinking glasses. Maurice caught Joseph's message and snorted, "That's suspicious, isn't it? He

sip of his drink,

looked thoughtful. "Maybe it's not official yet. Hard

her private

busy with, he'd replied to the

invited him to join us for drinks, and

he really busy,

don't you go find him yourself?" Jarrod drawled, clearly

shrugged. "I'm not

glanced around, then checked

Elodie will show up with her famous hangover cure?" His tone was mocking, tinged

was the same

was used to it

over a pot of soup to check up on them—transparent

cure?" Sylvie finally looked up, setting her phone

from our crowd. Guess she never gave up hope— every year, she'd fuss over us, making soup to warm everyone up, using it as an excuse to show off her

just wasting her

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