How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 581

He was ready to risk it all.

Grady didn't know every detail of Sylvie's situation. But he was certain: with her temperament, there was no way she could have done such a thing. Sylvie was a rare genius-why would she ever need to plagiarize Elodie? What could she possibly gain from that?

"My sister gets along well with Elodie. Maybe she can convince her to ease up,” Grady said, rubbing his forehead in frustration. He was sure there had to be a way out of this mess.

But Sylvie wouldn't hear any of it. All she could focus on was that one word Grady had said: "responsibility."

Her face had gone ghostly pale. The facts were right in front of her, impossible to deny. She'd tried not to believe Jarrod's claim about there being someone else involved, but now that it was Grady, she scrambled for any reason she could stomach—maybe Jarrod was just angry with her, and that's why he'd said it. So really... it was Grady who had ruined her! He'd destroyed everything she had going for her, even her relationship.

Hatred flickered in her eyes as she suddenly shoved Grady away. "Who do you think you are? There's no way anything happened between us that night! What makes you think you could ever compare to Jarrod? Why would I ever choose you?"

Grady stared at her, stunned, unable to believe what he was hearing.

Sylvie's composure crumpled, her words spilling out, wild and uncontrolled. "Grady, I'll accuse you of assault if you don't stay away from me!"

She didn't bother to look at Grady's face as it froze with shock and hurt. Instead, she staggered out, heading blindly toward home.

this side of Sylvie-hysterical, irrational,

she'd been the one to come into his room.

member had come by mid-evening to tell him there'd been a last-minute change, and he'd agreed to switch. When Sylvie showed up,

of it was

Sylvie would accuse him of something so vile. Of course he

just couldn't understand how could Sylvie have

through the front door in

mind. She was out of options— Jarrod had given up on her. Or

if he decided to

their

way,

to sell the apartment as quick as possible; at least that she could hold onto the cash for a little while, even if Jarrod tried to claim it as compensationlater. If she moved fast enough, he wouldn't be able to act in

inside, a panicked voice rang out-Selma's,

you people want

heart lurched. She rushed into the living room

was livid, her face white