How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 167

Elodie's breath caught, and she shot Ivan a sharp look.

Her gaze shifted to Jarrod, who stood off to the side, his expression as distant as ever. Whatever had just passed between her and Ivan, Jarrod couldn't have cared less.

But Elodie noticed-perhaps it was the word "wife" that Ivan had just used.

For the briefest moment, Jarrod's brow twitched.

Before he could speak, his phone buzzed again. He glanced at the screen: Sylvie calling. He answered, his whole demeanor softening. "Yeah, I'll be home soon."

The change in his face, the gentle tone in his voice-it was impossible for Elodie not to notice.

He didn't bother responding to Ivan. Just gave him a curt nod, then looked at Elodie for a fleeting second before striding away with long, purposeful steps.

As if Elodie had never meant a thing to him.

She didn't need to guess who had called. Only Sylvie could make him drop his guard like that.

Elodie slowly looked away. Standing at the center of it all, no one felt Jarrod and Ivan's thinly veiled mockery more acutely than she did.

After the way Ivan had spoken to her, the last ember of hope for his help flickered out.

Without another word, Elodie turned and left.

Ivan stayed where he was, watching her walk away.

So slight, so fragile-she looked as if a gust of wind could shatter her.

He scowled suddenly, dragging hard on his cigarette, forcing down a strange, uneasy feeling in his chest.

just his imagination, he told

Fergus, the specialist flown in from abroad.

all evening, but never saw

The banquet was over.

were trickling out, one

options left, Elodie had to come up with a

to fetch

waited outside

dead of January in Eldermere, the cold wind biting to the bone.

her long down coat, she felt the chill sinking

She heard voices approaching.

Elodie glanced up—and paused.

with a young

Elodie, his eyes cool and dismissive,

no intention of forcing a

calm, to the man

anyone walking out with Naylor had to be from the upper

presence-refined features, striking

He noticed her looking.

Their eyes met.

about to look away, the man gave her a polite nod-an acknowledgement of her brief

assumed that anyone close

he was unexpectedly

A car horn beeped.

pulled up to the curb, snapping Elodie out of her thoughts. She climbed into the car,

closed her eyes, but the thought of her mother's wedding

She couldn't just hope