How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 453

When Naylor saw the headline, she clicked on it instantly.

A livestream recording popped up-someone had captured the exact moment the camera lingered on Sylvie. The audio caught Jarrod's words, clear as day: "This is my wife, Elodie."

Jarrod himself wasn't in the frame, but Sylvie's reaction was her face visibly drained of color.

The video had been reposted so many times, the quality was now a blurry mess.

Naylor scrolled through the comments.

The thread was a swarm of activity.

What made this video so fascinating was that Jarrod had come right out and introduced his wife, no hesitation, no ambiguity. He made no effort to involve Sylvie in any way.

As a result, nearly every comment speculated about Sylvie's intentions, hinting that whatever plans she might have had, they'd clearly failed.

Most people probably had no idea who Sylvie was-but everyone knew Jarrod.

The Silverstein heir, every company or investment he touched seemed to turn to gold. He was a fixture in the finance world, and his looks didn't hurt-he'd been the subject of interviews, and more than once his photos had gone viral just for his face and build alone.

A single candid photo of him could easily rack up hundreds of thousands of likes.

When someone like that was suddenly at the center of a scandal, the story spread like wildfire.

Jarrod calmly

the backlash quickly

stats, frowning in confusion. "Why hasn't the Silverstein family shut this

was already aware of what had

thick-skinned she was, some of the

there hadn't been a hint of drama

everywhere-her face exposed for all to

took a deep breath, realizing this

She dialed Jarrod immediately.

answer for

had to

picked up. "Ms.

I need

sounded busy. "Mr. Silverstein is in an

he won't be

her phone, frowning. "Any idea how

was honest. "It's hard

behind her eyes. She knew

know I

"Of course, Ms. Fielding."

up with work, unaware of the storm brewing

control