How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 580

Sylvie's throat tightened abruptly. She stared at Andrea in utter disbelief.

For a moment, she wondered if she'd misheard. Rainwater trickled down her temple, chilling her to the bone and making her mind go blank.

"What...?"

Andrea remained perfectly polite, but her words were merciless. "This is my advice to you, Ms. Fielding. I suggest you take care of it as soon as possible."

She didn't linger. Having delivered her cold warning, Andrea brushed past Sylvie and disappeared inside.

Sylvie stood frozen in the doorway for a long time, dazed.

She couldn't understand how had things come to this?

Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, a storm of fear and fury welling up inside her.

Elodie...

One thought pounded in her skull: Elodie couldn't possibly be innocent. She must have said something to Jarrod, done something behind her back. Otherwise, why would he treat Sylvie this way?

Instinctively, she wanted to pin the blame on Elodie. But as the rain soaked her through, reality cut through her denial like a knife.

Jarrod hadn't even raised his voice today, hadn't shown a hint of anger-yet how could she not see the cold, ruthless detachment etched in his every word?

always looked down on her, always kept her under his control-effortlessly, as if

those gestures meant nothing. Yet

sliced her open, leaving

all, Sylvie's eyes turned red with unshed tears. She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached. She

even her last refuge just when she

any further now would only make things worse. There

she got back to her car that she remembered the question she'd once asked

bothered to answer. Later, Maurice had come outside and overheard. Maurice

hadn't even denied

moment, she'd convinced herself that

it was true,

no reason for him

to even look twice at Elodie. Getting thrown out was always going to be Elodie's

But now-

Everything was in pieces.

her pride, everything

Jarrod thought

he find

marriage, right after spending the

Sylvie's face was

and brighter. How had it come to this? Elodie should have ended up like her mother-a fassure, someone to be pitied or scored, not someone

thought