How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 166

Jarrod was a cautious man. If the divorce paperwork wasn't finalized, he'd never let the news slip-

Because Jarrod simply wouldn't allow Sylvie to leave anyone with ammunition against her before she was securely in her new role.

When you truly love someone, you think of everything for them.

Ivan regarded him with a sly, teasing grin. "Mr. Silverstein, when the time comes, you'd better invite me to your wedding."

Jarrod's gaze lifted, but his expression barely changed.

Maurice chuckled, making sure the banter didn't die. "Absolutely. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Elodie stood up.

She didn't want to watch this picture-perfect camaraderie any longer.

Esmeralda rose to follow her.

Elodie checked her watch; the dinner had about half an hour left.

That was all the time she had left to find Fergus.

"Esme, I'll check with the guest list at the front desk. Could you look around the other side of the hall?"

"Sure thing," Esmeralda replied.

staff, politely asking if they could tell her whether a guest named Fergus was in attendance tonight. The staff,

said the guest

were in

soon to be their son- in-law, and his

She hesitated.

over her, urgent and pressing. In the end, she

you meet me

He didn't reply.

she went to

treatment. She'd thrown up twice, her immune system was

She didn't wait long.

showed up at last, one hand in his pocket, a cigarette perched between his lips. His gaze roamed over her,

Elodie wore thick coats, hiding her figure. But tonight, she was dressed

and neck were exposed, skin pale and delicate. The fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her femininity in a way that was

now than she'd been years

He knew exactly why.

she'd spent the last few years being

clenched, an icy storm flashing in his eyes before

notice his turmoil. He was smiling, but she could sense his mood was anything

me the guest list for tonight's

a cloud of smoke. "Is that all you want