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?"

together, you'd think he'd at least keep it low-key. I'm not saying he should be heartbroken, but does he really have to rub it in

could swallow something like

this way

this, Esmeralda turned

before moving

fork down. "It's got nothing to

still indignant. "It's still way

to keep up appearances for them. Why let Sylvie keep her good-girl image? If you called her out for

then shook

thought of, 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

That agreement.

was Jarrod's insurance

all she could do was look

it didn't matter to

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

energy were precious-she only spent them on what truly mattered in

Everyone else...

were just passing

and Alexander stared

them had

then finally spat out,