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

Sylvie retouching her lipstick in

radiant, her makeup flawless. She glanced

wasn't interested in playing nice. She rinsed her hands, dried

her go, then spoke, her tone light:

to her-there was no

cool, mocking smile. "Elodie, I hope you'll let Jarrod go. Dragging out your marriage

kind of twisted logic

get a divorce and let them be together? She opened her mouth, but something caught her eye-a red

Elodie look as long as she liked. There was a glint of

mark. Her voice

"If you

pride left, walk away. Spare yourself

couldn't be

understood. So last night, Sylvie

from the staff actually

at her for a long moment, then replied, voice calm

to marry you yet?

come begging me?"

head. For all her posturing, Sylvie was the

Sylvie's face darkened.