How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 585

She was herself first and foremost; everything else was merely icing on the cake.

She couldn't fault the girl she'd once been, lost and fumbling in the fog-everyone has their flaws. All she felt now was gratitude that she'd chosen to change, to become the woman she was today.

And she liked who she was now.

Sylvie understood perfectly the unyielding look on Elodie's face, and she knew exactly why-after all, she'd been part of it, too.

But still...

"Elodie, you're taking it out on me. Can't we keep things separate?" Sylvie's breath was unsteady, hoping Elodie would treat the past like some ancient grudge, best left behind.

Elodie's eyes were cold as winter steel as she looked at her. "Am I not keeping things separate? For what you did at the competition, you belong in jail. Congratulations, Ms. Fielding."

She didn't spare a glance for Sylvie's face, which had gone stark white in the blink

of an eye.

Turning on her heel, Elodie walked away.

Real fear gripped Sylvie now. On instinct, she reached out, desperate to catch Elodie's hand.

But Elodie didn't let her get close; before Sylvie could touch her, Elodie yanked her arm away with a sharp, forceful motion.

Sylvie lost her balance, stumbling gracelessly and nearly falling.

down at her from above, icy and

You're not even close to deserving

Sylvie's ears as everyone around

Scornful, mocking, contemptuous.

had never been

mad; her eyes rimmed red with fury as she glared at Elodie's retreating

of the lobby, she nearly collided

sunny smile. “Heading out,

slowed her stride, glancing over. "Miss Aldridge, what

stop by. Wanted to see if you'd like to join me for dinner-my

"I doubt I'll

was a gentle

seem bothered. "I get it, no worries. Let me

Elodie's

and gesturing at her phone. "Sorry, I have

course, go ahead," Patricia said with another easy

Elodie walked past her and headed for her

Elodie drove away,

arms and watched

disappear down the

Sylvie emerged from the VistaLink Technologies lobby, pale

to run into Patricia

all women have-wariness,