How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 582

The ringing in Sylvie's ears grew so intense, she could barely think.

She couldn't understand how everything had come to this, with not the slightest hope or leeway left. It was as if every step, every turning point, had been meticulously calculated in advance, leaving her completely defenseless-forced to watch her own downfall unfold, helpless even to struggle.

"Ms. Fielding, so, I need you both to cooperate." The man placed the notice of execution on the table. "The timeline for compliance is detailed here. If you refuse, we'll have no choice but to forcibly evict you."

Today was both the notice and the official lockout—restrictions on selling, transferring, or mortgaging the house. Any chance to secretly offload the property was now impossible. The last path had been blocked off completely.

Sylvie's final line of defense crumbled. She collapsed onto the sofa, numb and despairing.

How could she have failed to see it before? In Jarrod's eyes, she had always been nothing more than a pawn, someone to be manipulated at will. The depth of his scheming made cold sweat bead on her skin, realization dawning far too late. A suffocating panic seized her, threatening to break her apart.

The officials, tasked only with delivering the notice and sealing the property, showed no interest in the story behind it all. Soon, they left, and a heavy silence filled the vast house. Only the persistent rain outside seemed to mock her- melancholy and bitter.

Selma snapped out of her daze and rushed to Sylvie's side. "Did you talk to Jarrod? Why would he suddenly force this? Is he "

The fear choked her words; she couldn't even finish her suspicion.

plastered to her cheeks, all traces of her former poise gone.

house ours? What are we supposed to do if

then did

a splitting headache-she couldn't avoid the truth any longer. Jarrod was never someone she could hope to win over. She'd never understood him, not even a little. And now,

too well- families like the Silversteins held the kind

Sylvie's voice was hoarse. "Jarrod won't help. He never meant to. This time, it's really...

to sell the house quickly for some security had been anticipated-he'd timed everything perfectly, forcing her to watch as

fall from

psychological

Whatever his season-whether he

had

Yethe remained calm, detached from beginning

Jarrod...

He was merciless.

shock. The sudden loss, the betrayal-it was

in Sylvie's eyes. Jarrod had never loved her; that truth was

faced now were overwhelming-one disaster after another. And there was no help to be found from