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.

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

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

once longed for Jarrod's love, she now yearned to be free of the endless, exhausting

taken something from her her

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

reaction or his face- whether he was relieved or regretful didn't

tucking away all the documents from the proceedings. The bag was crammed with receipts and slips,

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

folded, only a few words were visible: "Surgical

heading, but it

slightly. "Did you visit your

his hand before he could finish. Her face was cold and sharp, her tone cutting. “Mr. Silverstein, I'd appreciate it if you didn't

now that they