How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 623

Luckily, Jarrod was quick. He threw a punch and smashed the bottle in Ivan's hand before it could hit anyone.

Elodie saw blood welling at Jarrod's knuckles.

The two men crashed into each other, grappling violently.

The alcohol seemed to drain from Ivan's system in an instant. Eyes bloodshot, he fixed Jarrod with a wild stare, his lips split in a twisted grin. "Jarrod, let me be honest with you. Elodie's always had a place for me in her heart. You could have any woman you want-why break us apart? Do us both a favor, let her go. Let us be together. Can't you do that?"

With those words, Jarrod who had been all cold fury-froze for a split second.

That was all the opening Ivan needed.

A sudden, animalistic rage overtook Ivan. He tossed the broken bottleneck aside, grabbed Jarrod by the collar, and slammed him hard against the door.

Bang!

The heavy thud echoed through the room.

Elodie watched it all, a pressure building in her chest until her throat ached. "Enough, Ivan!" she shouted.

not someone who lost her temper easily. Even in

her, for the memories they'd shared but now, all those good things felt like knives twisting in her gut. She'd always thought Ivan was like her

been almost obsessively loyal to her family

the comforting blur of childhood attachment had long since faded. And now, even the last fragile thread of familial affection,

don't feel a shred of what you think I do. I was grateful to you once, and yes, I depended on you,

stared at

it was something else, but it was as if

slumped over,

He was thoroughly drunk.

lowering his eyes as he watched

never bothered with a lock screen, so it was easy to open. She scrolled

phone back to

dripped from Jarrod's hand, but he didn't seem to notice. His lips curled into a faint, sardonic smile. "Mr.

Ivan's face darkened.

understanding why he'd suddenly said

matter, how he'd even appeared

she could dwell on it, the elevator doors slid