How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 380

Despite being well into his eighties, Raleigh was as sharp and energetic as ever, his voice still carrying effortlessly through the room. The moment he spoke, the atmosphere seemed to hush, as if his words had pressed pause on the evening. All around, heads turned their eyes homing in on Jarrod, suspicion flickering in their glances.

It wasn't just curiosity; it was genuine surprise.

Jarrod, however, looked entirely unfazed by Raleigh's question.

He drummed his fingers loosely on the back of his chair. "My wife, you say?"

Even Elodie couldn't hide her surprise at how things had suddenly turned. She had no idea why Raleigh would ask such a thing. Divorce or not, with or without that confidentiality agreement about their past marriage, the last thing she wanted was to have their former relationship dragged into the open. Instinctively, her brow knit tight, frustration clouding her eyes.

And then, just as she looked up, her gaze collided with Jarrod's.

He glanced over, almost carelessly, but that single look made her fingers curl unconsciously against her palm. She hated this-being thrust under the spotlight, as if someone had yanked the rug out from beneath her.

But Jarrod's attention didn't linger. He offered only that fleeting glance before turning back to Raleigh with a faint, detached smile, waiting for what would come next.

Raleigh squinted at him. "Jarrod, weren't you married before?"

had been half-distracted, looked up-clearly caught off

of shock ran through the gathering.

one ever

Mrs. Silverstein here tonight?

to the murmurs swirling around him, his expression

amusement in his voice. "Then tell me, sir, just where

was clearly joking-or,

shifted, and almost involuntarily, he

look before turning

the older woman, raised an eyebrow, shooting Elodie a knowing smile and

frankly, she was relieved he hadn't said more. The last thing she wanted was

Jarrod wasn't about to let anyone probe deeper. He'd shut the topic down quickly; any further digging would only drag someone else

had both been startled by the sudden turn, but Maurice recovered first. Slipping an arm around Jarrod's shoulder, he glanced over at the retreating Henrietta, then beamed at the crowd. "Let's not take it too seriously, folks. Just a bit of banter, nothing more. Our Mr. Silverstein here of course he likes the idea

unsaid to keep people guessing. The ambiguity worked; it could mean anything, depending on who

enough, those who'd been

get it, we