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.

tremble inside her chest-not too heavy, not too

her marriage-every good moment, every bitter one-flashed through her mind in a dizzying montage, each memory leaving its mark as if branded on her heart. The memories churned up

she now yearned to be free of the endless, exhausting wait. She wanted to escape the prison

their relationship had taken something from her her

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

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

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

but Jarrod was already there, stooping beside her. He picked up a folded slip with his left hand, his gaze cool as he glanced at

only a few words were visible: "Surgical

full heading, but it was clearly a hospital

"Did you visit your

face was cold and sharp, her

they were no