How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue
Chapter 233
Chapter 233
Alexander was fuming.
When he'd gone to pick up the cake, the barbecue pit out back had been a riot of laughter and chatter. Jarrod was there, surrounded by Sylvie, Maurice, and the rest, everyone looking like they didn't have a care in the world. Alexander had caught a snippet of gossip from Mr. Black of the Delacroix Group: apparently, Sylvie had spotted fireworks going off by the harbor, got a gleam in her eye, and Jarrod—always the gallant host-had arranged for a full display just for her.
Talk about everyone orbiting their star.
But did Jarrod even remember today was Elodie's birthday?
How could he be out there, playing the attentive boyfriend to another woman on his wife's birthday?
Elodie watched the fireworks blaze across the night sky, their colors reflected like fractured dreams in her eyes. The spectacle on the other side of the window brought back memories she'd shoved into the darkest corners of her mind. The night she was diagnosed-the doctors' faces grave, the world closing in-there'd been fireworks, too, dazzling and surreal. That time, it was Sylvie's birthday. Jarrod had arranged fireworks for her then. And now, on her own birthday, Jarrod was still lighting up the sky... for Sylvie.
Calmly, she drew her gaze away, the fireworks fading from her reflection.
She managed a small, steady smile for Alexander. "It's nothing. Don't waste your energy on things that aren't worth it."
Alexander bristled. He couldn't let it go so easily. With a sharp, bitter laugh, he muttered, “It's just—this is too much. He's not even pretending anymore."
Was even a simple "Happy birthday" too much to ask?
Elodie, unfazed, started gathering her notes for the meeting with the visiting professor. “A birthday isn't roll call. If he's here, he'll want a share of our cake. Frankly, I'd rather eat it ourselves."
Alexander blinked, then let out a reluctant chuckle. "Guess you've got a point."
His spirits lifted a little. Their birthday girl was clear-eyed and untroubled; maybe he could let it go, too.
As Elodie was about to head down the hall with Alexander to meet Professor Sterling, her phone buzzed.
A message from Ivan:
[Come downstairs.]
She frowned.
Another message followed almost instantly:
[I'm outside your hotel.]
town for the conference, it wasn't exactly a secret
had no intention
then her phone
was already outside, so there
it?" Alexander
changing her expression, Elodie said, "Alex, you go ahead. I'll just take
nodded and carried the cake to his father's
watch the fireworks Jarrod had arranged for his
before his
me help you celebrate
busy," Elodie
mocking laugh, pretending not to hear her refusal.
picking up the faint click of a
She's meeting with a wedding dress designer," Ivan
window, her voice honest for once. "Congratulations."
dark. "So I thought I'd swing by and help you celebrate." "No
dodging me right now is all about pride. But you're standing there watching Jarrod fawn over another woman, and pride doesn't even enter
expected Ivan to
Her eyes chilled.
"Not even a flicker of anger about Mr. Silverstein? What, you need to see him actually sleep with Sylvie before you'll
spat out, "Have you
after cutting
turned glacial, and she
I leave or endure it, that's my decision, my life. Ivan, you're not even my family by blood anymore. You
him "brother."
making excuses for Jarrod, but she didn't owe him or
and headed for Charlie's
done wasting emotion and energy on people who didn't deserve
He sat motionless in his car, chain-smoking, but
seat at the carefully
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