How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 435

He had someone lead Elodie and Alexander over to one of the tables.

Meanwhile, Jarrod and Sylvie lingered, chatting a bit longer with Steene.

Alexander poured Elodie a glass of juice. "You two never actually had a wedding, did you?"

Elodie wrapped her hands around the chilled glass. "No, we didn't."

Her marriage to Jarrod had been one of necessity, a secret rushed through under the pressure of his family. Back then, Jarrod had been coldly decisive, keeping the press at bay and never letting a word about her slip out. Their shameful beginning had never seen the light of day, and during the three years she'd been Mrs. Silverstein, she'd felt as invisible as a ghost.

They'd only gotten the paperwork done in a hurry under his grandmother's insistence.

Jarrod never once mentioned making up for it with a proper ceremony.

She understood. The marriage had started off wrong; it made sense he wouldn't want a celebration.

But Alexander couldn't help but think Elodie had been hurt the most by the whole ordeal. In the end, she'd borne it all alone—the blame, the rumors, the isolation- her strength was all she had to cling to.

"He really believes you didn't set him up?" Alexander asked quietly. He knew a bit about what had happened-Esmeralda had confided in him once, unable to keep it to herself.

shook her head. "I

pulling the strings.

about what Elodie had been through. Just then, Jarrod and Sylvie came over and took their

arrive one after another, and the conversation

her eyes shining with

and lively, laughter drifting across the open lawn. Compared to ceremonies back

herself caught up in the mood. Watching the bride's radiant smile, she felt a flicker of empathy, as if she could almost

time for

toward the group, her phone rang. It was Galen-he only called her if there was a technical emergency.

into a snag that needed

analyze as she walked, Elodie tried to slip away from the

Galen's question, her mind switching gears as

cheers ahead grew louder. Elodie sensed something flying toward her-probably the bouquet. Still

that exact moment, another hand shot out, colliding perfectly with

as she caught the bouquet, a broad palm closed gently over her hand, fitting around hers

to realize what had happened. She turned and

didn't change, but in the next moment, his eyes