How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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?]

her. Instead, he dropped a message

Elsewhere-

Dinner was over.

had gathered together afterward, including the sons of various

was full of laughter and clinking glasses. Maurice caught Joseph's message and snorted, "That's suspicious, isn't it?

took a sip

it's not

down at her private chat with

replied to the group but ignored

us for drinks, and he said he couldn't—busy with family. But every year

was he really busy, or

find him yourself?" Jarrod

not that desperate.

then checked the

show up with her famous hangover cure?"

was the same every

to

up on them—transparent

Sylvie finally looked up, setting

our crowd. Guess she never gave up hope— every year, she'd fuss over us, making

just wasting her