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?

her, always kept her under his control-effortlessly,

to give her what she wanted, but for him, those gestures meant nothing. Yet from her perspective, she'd mistaken that for

truth sliced her open, leaving her

her teeth so hard her jaw ached.

away even her last refuge just when she was

any further now would only make things worse. There was

to her car that she remembered

smile-he hadn't even bothered to answer. Later, Maurice had come outside and overheard. Maurice had told her, "No man could resist a

even denied

she'd convinced herself that must have been

it was true,

she came out on top, there'd be no reason for

Getting thrown

But now-

Everything was in pieces.

her pride, everything she

Jarrod thought of

find her

demanding marriage, right after

the drive back, Sylvie's face was clouded

Elodie only seemed to shine brighter 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 who'd rise above her. Why should Elodie get to

thought