How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 297

When Elodie opened the door, she found a staff member from the resort standing in the hallway, dressed in the crisp uniform of the hotel.

The woman greeted her with a friendly smile. "Ms. Thorne, are you satisfied with your room? If you'd like, there are suites with even better views on this floor. Would you like me to help you switch?"

Elodie glanced back at her suite. The resort was top-tier, and the room she'd been given was already one of the best options available.

She shook her head. "No, thank you. This one's perfect."

The staff member hesitated, as if there was something more she wanted to say,

but in the end just smiled and nodded. "Of course, Ms. Thorne. If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate to call."

Elodie didn't give it much thought.

She closed the door and went back to unpacking her clothes.

The celebration dinner tonight wasn't particularly formal-just a chance for everyone to unwind after a busy stretch. She was grateful for a low-key evening. The past few weeks had been non-stop, and fatigue seemed to cling to her bones.

The resort had every imaginable amenity-indoor pools, spas, even natural hot springs. She'd packed a swimsuit specifically for a bit of downtime, hoping to sneak in a soak or two.

finished unpacking. It

needed to change before heading over to the main

Ding-

Her phone buzzed twice.

up and

her

already looking so different! From what I can see, if they keep up the

Attached were several photos.

of the living room on

style of the renovations, it was a

after the split, but seeing the photos made it real: he hadn't kept a single trace of her touch. The five-story home had been scrubbed of everything she'd left behind, as if those years had been

the photos any

hard to pin down-maybe a bit of irony. Three years spent building that home, every detail, every vase or lamp, chosen with hope for a

finally replied:

her

[Sweetheart, is this yours?]

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