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.

the event staff, politely asking if they could tell her whether a guest named Fergus was in attendance

said the guest list

understood they were in a difficult

by the Jett family. Ivan was soon to be their son- in-law, and his word carried weight. If she could get the guest list from him, it would

She hesitated.

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

you meet me

He didn't reply.

went to wait

feeling the dull ache from today's radiation treatment. She'd thrown up twice, her immune system was

She didn't wait long.

hand in his pocket, a cigarette perched between his lips.

coats, hiding her figure. But tonight, she was dressed

were exposed, skin pale and delicate. The fabric hugged her curves, accentuating

more alluring now

He knew exactly why.

the last few years being cherished-perhaps

jaw clenched, an icy storm flashing in his

turmoil. He was smiling, but she

shawl tighter around her shoulders. "Could you give me

a cloud of smoke. "Is that all you want to talk