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?"

does he really have to

could swallow something

this way

Esmeralda turned

the phone before moving her eyes away, calm and detached, as if none of it concerned

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

still indignant. "It's still way

on the table, raising an eyebrow. "You're divorced now. There's no reason to keep up appearances for them. Why let Sylvie keep her good-girl image? If you called her out for being the other woman,

then shook her

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

That agreement.

was Jarrod's insurance

did, all she could do was

it didn't matter to her

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

were precious-she only spent them on what truly mattered

Everyone else...

just passing

stared at her

of them had expected

a moment, then finally spat out,