How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 268

Elodie had just finished with the fingerprint scan.

When the clerk asked for confirmation, she lifted her head, her eyes calm and clear. "Yes, I'm doing this of my own free will."

Jarrod glanced sideways at her, taking in the way her expression seemed almost icily detached. She had never looked so resolute, nor so at ease.

There was something urgent about her demeanor too—a subtle, restless energy that he couldn't quite ignore.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he finally looked away, nodding in silence.

The clerk noted the lack of any outburst or flare of emotion between them. No bickering, no raised voices, not even the flush of anger. It was as if two strangers had shown up to untangle a tiresome matter.

Once the fingerprint and ID information were entered into the system, the clerk pressed the steel stamp down onto the paperwork.

sharp, final sound, Elodie felt something tremble inside her chest-not too heavy, not too

of her marriage-every good moment, every bitter one-flashed through her mind in a dizzying montage, each memory

Jarrod's love, she now yearned to be free of the endless, exhausting wait. She wanted to

relationship had taken something from

of their marriage was finally in her hands did Elodie feel the frantic pounding

didn't look at Jarrod again. She wasn't interested in his reaction or his face- whether he was

bag was crammed with receipts and slips, and as she tried to organize

was already there, stooping beside her. He picked up a folded slip with his left hand, his

only a few words were visible:

but it was clearly a

slightly. "Did you

could finish. Her face was cold and sharp, her tone cutting. “Mr. Silverstein,

that they were no longer