How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 571

One rejection after another-it was all too much. Sylvie felt herself unraveling, unable to keep up the poised composure she'd always prided herself on. No one could be expected to weather this kind of storm without breaking.

She'd told herself she could handle it, that she'd figure something out on her own before dragging anyone else into this mess.

But now...

It was as if she'd been yanked out of her daydream and dumped back into cold, hard reality.

Reality that stung-a raw, unyielding truth.

She realized, painfully, that she didn't actually have any useful connections. Maybe she'd never really belonged in this world, never truly stood as an equal among these people.

Joseph's reaction, especially, was something she just couldn't accept.

Right now, Maurice was the only one left who might still speak up for her. Even if

all he could do was try persuading Joseph, or slip word of her situation to Jarrod -anything would be better than nothing.

Sylvie's hopes sank lower and lower.

She didn't care about appearances anymore. She spun her car around and headed straight for the club where Maurice spent most of his time.

Maurice heard Sylvie was there, he didn't stop her. Instead, he sent someone

ever seen the once-glamorous Sylvie look so disheveled, so desperate. Yet beneath the desperation, there

now?" Maurice

struck a nerve. Of course she wasn't free-she was still being watched, she knew

right now," Sylvie said, her voice guarded. "You know

was out

a barstool, watching her with a faint, almost amused smile. "What

searching his face. "So he hasn't figured out

think you've got it backwards. The public's furious with you, you know. You've got a lot of critics right now. If you hadn't tried to publicly attack Elodie, maybe things wouldn't have gotten so ugly. With all

them. "Why would someone like Jarrod risk

stared at him

looked friendly enough, just

But his words...

despite herself. "Maurice, what are you trying

to waste their resources on someone who brings them nothing but trouble. What made you think Jarrod was the kind of man who'd lose his head over

dread creeping up her

to do. You know

leaving her in the echoing

ringing filled

pull her under-but she couldn't accept it, couldn't believe