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?"

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 Elodie's face like this? No shame at all!" Esmeralda's cheeks flushed red with

swallow

way because Elodie was so

she thought this, Esmeralda turned to look at

she realized Elodie was completely composed. She barely glanced at the phone before moving her eyes away,

down. "It's got

but still indignant. "It's still way out

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, what could Jarrod

paused, then shook

me sign a confidentiality agreement—I can't tell anyone about our marriage or the divorce. He's

That agreement.

Jarrod's insurance

what they did, all

didn't matter to

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

only spent them on what truly mattered in her

Everyone else...

were just

stared

of them had expected

a moment, then finally spat out, "That bastard's got