How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 219

She instantly recognized that silhouette-it was Sylvie, no doubt about it.

Especially after Maurice's text: "Come help brainstorm."

They were probably going over how to gut and remodel that house from the ground up.

Truth be told, she'd already guessed as much when the old lady called earlier. Jarrod had bulldozed their marital home to build something brand new for Sylvie. After all, that place had one of the best locations in all of Eldermere.

There was nothing to fault about it.

"So you're just letting her move into the house where you and Jarrod lived for three years? Planning to pack her up and move her in?" Alexander couldn't help but frown. "Looks like Jarrod's in even more of a hurry to get divorced than you are."

Elodie looked away. "He's torn the place apart. Renovations will take at least a few months."

This was probably the phase where Sylvie, the soon-to-be lady of the house, got to pick out her own design.

"Not leaving a shred of sentiment, huh. Even if you kept a cat or a dog for three years, you'd have some feelings for it." Alexander's tone was biting, his expression cold.

Elodie just shook her head. She didn't want to dwell on it anymore.

That evening, she stayed late at the office, catching up on work.

project was

also needed to start

phone lit up

had changed his number, Keith was

still paperwork to finalize for the divorce,

up. "What

voice came

"Okay. What is

unhurried. "The gardenias in the backyard-you were taking

She'd nearly forgotten.

moved out, Cara had been

so bad that she'd

carefully arranged at the

growing them before she even got married.

come pick them up," she said

and now he was tearing down the house; even

incident, at least this time he bothered

Jarrod replied calmly, unhurried

added, "They were dug up and sent to the old manor this afternoon.

neutral, voice detached. "I'll

want her setting foot in the