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?

from his pedestal; he'd always looked down on her, always kept her under his

those gestures meant nothing. Yet from her perspective, she'd mistaken that for something special,

open, leaving her raw

with unshed tears. She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached. She couldn't

last refuge just when

would only make

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

even bothered to answer. Later, Maurice had come outside and overheard. Maurice had told her, "No man could resist

hadn't even denied

herself that must have been what Jarrod really

was true,

top, there'd be no reason

to even look twice at Elodie. Getting thrown

But now-

Everything was in pieces.

everything she thought

had Jarrod thought of

he find

right after spending the night with someone

back, Sylvie's face was clouded with despair and

had it come to this? Elodie should have ended up like her mother-a fassure, someone to be pitied or scored,

thought