How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 445

Jarrod's voice wasn't loud, nor was it soft, but somehow every word fell like a gavel, echoing sharply in everyone's ears.

The room went dead silent. Shock fluttered across every face, some more than others.

Sylvie's chest rose and fell as she heard those words. She clenched her fingers so tightly her knuckles whitened, trying desperately to keep her composure from shattering.

She was stunned, eyes fixed on Jarrod's face, searching for any hint of emotion- but he looked as calm as ever.

Jarrod actually admitted to Elodie...

Even Elodie herself was caught completely off guard.

She jerked her head up to stare at the man who'd stood by her side this whole time. Sensing her gaze, he looked down at her and spoke. "I'm sorry, everyone. For various reasons, we never made our relationship public. But we've been married for four years now."

The matriarch's expression softened almost instantly.

She even managed a small, satisfied nod.

But the rest of the crowd reacted very differently. It was as if Jarrod had hurled a boulder into a placid lake-shockwaves rippled out in every direction, chaos erupting where there had been calm.

Maurice put a hand to his forehead. Now, things were truly falling apart.

The situation had completely unraveled.

Joseph felt as if something had clawed at his chest.

So, after all, they'd never intended to get divorced...

face had turned positively ashen. He stammered, his disbelief obvious. "Mr.

didn't finish, but everyone understood what

ringing in his ears that just wouldn't stop. He stared at Elodie, who had remained composed from beginning to end, as if he'd just been struck over the head. It was

actually Mr.

Elodie

making it

sharply, her tone and gaze as piercing

words, she tore away the last shreds of Sylvie's dignity, leaving her

control that she could barely keep her voice steady. Her lips were pale as she spoke, voice hoarse. "I'm sorry, everyone. There's been a misunderstanding.

Not a proposal-

the

of options now. There was no benefit in confronting anyone head-on; the only thing left was to step back and save what face

with Henrietta present, there was nothing he

been careful-never explicitly calling it a

was everyone else who'd

the facts were now

Jarrod had

was never the woman Mr. Silverstein

than Ms. Thorne-the very same Ms. Thorne from Vista Link Technologies, who'd made such a name

who seemed to have nothing in common, suddenly

The revelation was explosive.

in the room

You'd never guess it from the way you

really misunderstood everything?

with a look that was equal parts curiosity and barely concealed