How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 452

With that thought lingering in his mind, every time he looked at Sylvie, there was a strange new glint in his eyes.

Sylvie noticed those looks. Her face remained expressionless, but her grip on the pen tightened ever so slightly.

The sudden shift in how people saw her was too much to adjust to all at once.

Elodie, on the other hand, had always kept herself at arm's length from this sort of drama, and so she remained unaffected.

Whenever anyone tried to pry a little deeper, Alexander would deftly step in, a few well-placed words enough to shut down their questions.

Once it was all over, Elodie and Alexander stood up and left together.

She didn't even spare a glance for Jarrod across the room.

She had no interest in being the center of gossip or in giving Jarrod and Sylvie any more chances to play their parts.

Whatever conclusions others drew about their relationships didn't matter to her.

The rumors, though, were spreading like wildfire.

But for Naylor, one of the so-called "participants," the whole thing left him reeling. He couldn't quite describe what he felt-something close to embarrassment, almost wishing he could hit reset on the whole day.

That evening, he called up Elias, asking to meet.

Elias had just gotten back from out of town and, with no work the next day, agreed to check in on Naylor.

he arrived at their usual booth, Naylor had

bag and ordered a house cocktail, sliding into

a look, frowning. "Heartbroken? I

what are you drinking away,

The whole ordeal had rattled him more than he cared to admit. Finally, he told Elias the whole

ice in his glass, not

stared at him. "Dude, doesn't it seem insane to you? The real girlfriend gets cast as the homewrecker, and the mistress becomes the legit partner! I

set on going after Ms. Thorne? You never cared

Naylor fell silent.

"I__"

own it." Elias wasn't in the mood to lecture any further If you're

As for Elodie...

gaze to the ice swirling in

had come to light, he doubted that Jarrod

Elodie as the type to just swallow her pride and

this marriage

watch: not even

reminded him of something. After a moment's thought, Elias pulled out

his contacts, and typed out a quick

check-up next

done, he set his phone

caught up in his frustration, pulled out his

then realized, "Wait, I donet even

am I