How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 183

Elodie glanced at Alexander's phone screen.

Maurice had posted a story-nine pictures from a club party, all champagne and laughter, everyone looking like they didn't have a care in the world.

The last photo caught her eye. In the corner, Jarrod lounged in a chair, Sylvie right beside him. She was turned toward him, saying something with a soft smile playing at her lips. Jarrod looked back at her, their eyes meeting in a quiet, private moment.

The scene was almost picture-perfect.

Anyone would think there was something going on between them.

Maurice's caption stood out in bold letters: "Champagne for good times! Tonight,

Mr. Silverstein picks up the tab!"

Elodie's expression didn't flicker.

Esmeralda, on the other hand, slapped the table hard. "What the hell? They're out celebrating?"

It was like they were wearing their post-divorce celebration on their sleeves. Jarrod throwing a party the very night their divorce was finalized? Unbelievable.

"Jarrod and Sylvie are getting pretty cozy," Alexander muttered, his brows knitting together before letting out a cold, short laugh. "What, do they need a coronation now that she's official?"

be heartbroken, but does he really have to rub it

swallow something like

acting this way because

this, Esmeralda turned to

She barely glanced at the phone before moving her

her fork down. "It's got nothing to do with me

still indignant. "It's

up appearances for them. Why let Sylvie keep her good-girl image? If you called her out for being the other woman, what could Jarrod even do

then shook her

a confidentiality agreement—I can't tell anyone about our marriage or the

That agreement.

Jarrod's insurance

they did, all

didn't matter to

Jarrod hadn't made her sign anything, she wouldn't waste her time on childish

only spent them on what

Everyone else...

just passing

and Alexander stared

of them

was speechless for a moment, then finally spat