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 come in until she was right beside

retouching her

flawless. She glanced at Elodie with a faint, unreadable

playing nice. She rinsed her hands, dried

her tone

comment bizarre but realized Sylvie was talking to her-there was no one else

smile. "Elodie, I hope

kind of twisted logic was

A mistress telling the wife to get a divorce and let them be together? She opened her

as long as she liked. There was

mark. Her voice was

"If you

walk away.

couldn't

last night,

from the

then replied, voice

marry you yet?

come begging me?"

head. For all her posturing, Sylvie was the

Sylvie's face darkened.