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.

spill over, but it was nearly impossible. The bitterness

that she wouldn't demand

steps quick and determined. Heading straight to the master bedroom,

at the sound, catching sight of her eyes

the phone to his

she'd tried to bury came rushing back. Elodie strode across the

at her, dark eyes cool and

eyes and her anger faltered, her hand trembling in the space

her lifelong self-control pulling her back from the edge. She couldn't

her hesitation. He bent down slightly, turning his face so her raised hand almost touched his cheek. "I'm not

so intimate it could have

still tingling with the heat of his skin. The absurdity of it all made her want to laugh,

tablet aside. “First time you've ever lost your temper with me," he

expression unreadable. "Wel

Can you at least tell

looked at him as if she'd never seen him before, her tone cold: "I never managed to have a child. Was that your doing,