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

and bitterness. That's when Elodie realized: there are some people whose minds are so

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. Their mess

Although...

Sylvie didn't seem nearly

Elodie with his usual inscrutable calm. After she shrugged off

intention of sticking around to see what would happen

just started up the engine and

watching as her car faded into

read, she suddenly realized she'd never really known him at all. But now, with that uncanny intuition women have, it hit

real dislike

into

Sylvie felt a chill run down

For the first time,

she understood:

had never changed-not from the beginning, not even now. And beneath that calm, there wasa coldness she'd never

tonight.

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

Jarrod said nothing.