How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 163

As Sylvie's voice faded, the entire room turned to look at Jarrod poised and unruffled surprise and delight lighting up their faces.

If Jarrod truly agreed, everyone present would consider themselves fortunate to have witnessed it.

Even Elodie couldn't help but glance over, taken aback. She studied the calm lines of Jarrod's profile, and an odd sense of unfamiliarity crept in. After all these years of marriage, she realized she never knew he had these talents. Jarrod had never been honest with her about such things-never truly let her in.

Esmeralda straightened in her chair, her expression tense with doubt. "Jarrod wouldn't actually agree, would he? That'd be handing Sylvie the perfect chance to show him off-right in front of you."

Elodie pressed her lips together, watching the scene with a composed, unreadable gaze.

Sylvie turned, her smile gentle as she looked at Jarrod, extending her hand. "If we could use my name to donate more schools for the children, it would be an honor. I'd love for your name to stand beside mine, Jarrod. Will you join me?"

it stirred the room. The women looked on with open envy, and a few of the younger girls exchanged excited

grandest blessing for her husband and his beloved. Esmeralda's hand shook so much her water glass trembled. Her cheeks flushed with anger. "Sylvie's got some nerve, hasn't she?" she muttered. "She knows you're his wife

Jarrod always let her

was tight, as if

but resigned. Even as she spoke, she saw Jarrod at the head of the

rose and offered his arm

her hand on his arm, her smile turning even more dazzling-because

half-finished glass of kiwi juice. It should have

enthusiastically. "A four-hand duet will be a real treat! I think everyone here is eager to see

glanced uncomfortably at Elodie, who sat quietly at the table. "Well, with Mr. Silverstein backing Ms. Fielding, the whole thing feels different, doesn't it? Don't