How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 608

The voices from the living room conversation continued to drift through the hallway, but Elodie could barely make out the words anymore.

She didn't say a thing-just slipped away silently, unnoticed. Her face blank, she walked quietly to the bottom of the stairs.

A dizzying wave of disbelief crashed over her, so overwhelming it left her reeling. For a moment, all rational thought was swept away, replaced by a thousand tangled emotions.

Of course she couldn't believe it.

When things began to unravel between her and Jarrod, she'd convinced herself that having a baby would fix everything. She'd wanted it desperately-a new life, a fresh start for them both.

But as week after week slipped by, what she longed for never came.

Deep down, she'd known. Her body had been through so much, making pregnancy difficult-maybe not impossible, but certainly not easy. She'd told herself that with time, with care, it could happen naturally.

But never-not in her darkest imaginings-had she considered the possibility that while she was waiting, Jarrod was quietly making sure it wouldn't.

Elodie gripped the banister, pressing a hand to her chest as she tried to breathe through the onslaught of hurt and anger.

to tamp down the feelings threatening to spill over, but it was

herself she wouldn't dwell on the past after the divorce, that she wouldn't demand explanations or drag things out, she found

climbed the stairs, her steps quick and determined. Heading straight to the master bedroom, she pushed

the phone. He turned at the sound, catching sight of her eyes rimmed

the phone to his ear, eyes fixed on

every emotion she'd tried to bury came rushing back. Elodie strode across the room, her

her, dark eyes cool and

met his eyes and her anger faltered, her

back from the

slightly, turning his face so her raised hand almost touched his cheek. "I'm not moving.

was so intimate it could have been mistaken for a

stared at him, her palm still tingling with the heat of his skin. The absurdity of it all made her want to laugh, or cry, or

ended his call, setting the tablet aside. “First time you've ever lost your

expression unreadable. "Wel

you at least

she'd never seen him before, her tone cold: "I never managed to have a child. Was