How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 622

Ivan had been leaning against the door.

When Elodie suddenly pulled it open, he nearly stumbled inside, brow furrowing as he looked up at her. His handsome face was tinged with the flush of alcohol, and he was still clutching a half-empty bottle in one hand.

But the moment he saw Elodie, the stormy look in his eyes vanished instantly.

Propping himself against the doorframe, he gazed at her, and a slow, lopsided smile crept onto his lips. "Missed you all of a sudden. Took me forever to find this place, you know."

Ivan was drunk.

Elodie's expression remained icy. She knew he'd never been a drinker before. This kind of uninvited visit was something she had no patience for.

"Please don't disturb the neighbors. Don't knock on my door again. Go home."

She had no intention of indulging him. Her hand moved to close the door in his face.

He saw that clear rejection, every bit of it, and for a split second, it jolted him from his stupor. Ivan's hand shot out to block the door. "Aren't you going to give me an explanation? Why are you living here alone? Where's Jarrod? Are you two separated?"

There it was.

A question that made him feel both elated and miserable.

Elodie never told him anything. But it didn't matter.

she and Jarrod clearly

gave him a rush of satisfaction. God, he'd been ecstatic when he'd found out Elodie

Elodie had no interest in talking with a drunk; there was nothing to be gained. She

was the formality in her voice, but it yanked him right back to

her merciless expression. "So something's wrong between you, isn't it? Tell me—are you divorcing him? Or is

came to these things,

burned into her, full of longing,

to override everything

finally snapped. She didn't bother with another word,

knew exactly what

thinking. Her indifference cut

rimmed red as months of pent-up emotions exploded all at once. Nearly wild, he shoved the door open with his leg and stepped inside, his hand suddenly gripping the back

care about your past with

your heart should've

het

all these years He couldn't tolerate the thought of another man occupying her mind, her heart, her

urge to claim her

matter. So long as

been prepared.

panic and rage flare. Elodie pushed him away, hard. "Ivan! Don't