How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 546

Elodie clearly had no intention of bringing up last night.

Patricia watched her for a moment, then let it go. Still, she was almost certain something had happened between Elodie and Jarrod. Everything had lined up—a little nudge at the right moment, and with two adults like them, all it took was a spark in the right atmosphere.

Elodie slipped away to the restroom.

Last night had been a complete accident.

Much of it was a blur. What she did remember was the darkness of the room, not a sliver of light seeping in, and his burning grip around her wrist. Something inside her snapped; she'd pulled free only to wrap her arms around his neck, drawing him close.

Since she'd been the one to make the first move, she saw no reason to blame anyone but herself. Still, there was something off about the whole thing, a faint sense of wrongness she couldn't quite name.

She hadn't planned to dwell on it, but now she couldn't even be sure who the man had been. She barely knew Watts, and even the thought of asking around made her cringe. Instead, she decided to start with Jarrod—at least then, she'd have

some answers.

After all, in the adult world, a one-night stand wasn't exactly the end of the world. Whoever it had been, they could both pretend it had never happened and move

on.

The only difference was, if it had been Jarrod, she could deal with it easily. But if it had been Watts...

Elodie frowned as she washed her hands, her thoughts spiraling.

didn't notice someone else

Elodie saw Sylvie retouching her lipstick in

looked radiant, her makeup flawless. She glanced at

rinsed her hands, dried them, and

then spoke, her tone light: "Last

comment bizarre but realized Sylvie was talking to her-there was no one else there. She paused, half-expecting a

I hope you'll let Jarrod go.

the hell kind of twisted

mistress telling the wife to get a divorce and let them be together? She opened her mouth, but something caught her eye-a red mark on Sylvie's neck,

made no attempt to hide it, letting Elodie look as long as she liked. There was a glint of triumphan her eyes, she knew Elodie

voice

"If you

walk

couldn't

understood. So last night, Sylvie

those rumors from the staff

for a long moment, then replied, voice calm "What's the

to marry you yet? So

come begging me?"

all her posturing, Sylvie was

Sylvie's face darkened.