How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 578

When had it all changed?

Somehow, she'd become nothing more than a bystander, forced to watch this gut- wrenching scene unfold.

For a split second, anger and humiliation nearly overwhelmed Sylvie.

Once upon a time, it was always Elodie who had to watch Sylvie standing next to Jarrod.

Now, suddenly, Sylvie understood exactly why Jarrod had avoided her for so long -Elodie must have been scheming behind the scenes, keeping him occupied with her little manipulations.

Sylvie's glare was sharp enough to cut glass. When Elodie turned in her direction, her eyes were icy and indifferent. She stood a few steps above Sylvie, looking down at her from the landing, taking in the way Sylvie's lips trembled and the resentment swirling in her eyes.

Gone was the proud, polished woman Sylvie used to be. Now, she was a shadow of her former self-her fall from grace was nothing short of humiliating, and she felt it keenly.

She'd wanted to appeal to Jarrod's sympathy, to make him worry after seeing her caught in the rain. Instead, her bedraggled state was now on full display for Elodie, who stood there dry and unbothered, being cared for.

Elodie was honestly surprised-Sylvie was nothing like the woman she used to know.

But she couldn't summon even a flicker of pity.

In fact, all she felt was...

was nothing more than

mistakes, only anger and bitterness. That's

coolly, not sparing Sylvie another glance. She had never intended to actually wear Jarrod's coat-she knew perfectly well how much that would upset Sylvie, but she had no interest in playing those childish games.

Although...

couldn't help but notice-Jarrod and Sylvie didn't

watched Elodie with his usual inscrutable calm. After she shrugged off his coat, she got into her car without a backward

of sticking around to see

just started up the

watching as her

nuance of his expression. Even though Jarrod had always been hard to read, she suddenly realized she'd never really

never shown any real dislike or rejection toward

Sylvie, sliding his hand into his pocket as he fixed

Sylvie felt a chill run

For the first time,

she understood:

anything but that calm indifference It had never changed-not from the beginning, not even now. And beneath that calm, there

tonight.

replaced by sudden panic. Sylvie's voice trembled. "Did Elodie say something to you? Is that why you're

Jarrod said nothing.