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 in Elodie's

swallow something like

acting this way because Elodie was so

this, Esmeralda turned to look

composed. She barely glanced at the phone before

down. "It's got nothing to do with

relieved but still indignant.

his fingers on the table, raising an eyebrow. "You're divorced now. There's no reason to keep up appearances for them. Why let

paused, then shook

Jarrod's already anticipated," she said quietly. "He made me sign a confidentiality agreement—I can't tell anyone about our marriage or the divorce. He's always thinking ten steps ahead, making sure

That agreement.

was Jarrod's

all she

didn't matter to

sign anything, she wouldn't waste her time on

were precious-she only spent them on what

Everyone else...

just

and Alexander stared at

them had expected

was speechless for a moment, then finally spat out, "That bastard's