How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 628

Of course Elodie was a little bewildered-she couldn't understand how the problem could possibly be with Jarrod, her ex-husband.

She took a moment to collect herself before asking calmly, "Can you be more specific? What exactly is the issue?"

The sharply dressed man across from her seemed surprised by her composure. After a brief hesitation, he pulled out a file. "According to the paperwork you submitted, Ms. Thorne, you indicated that you're divorced. However, after a thorough review on our end, we've confirmed that you are still legally married." "That's impossible. There must be some mistake," Elodie blurted out instinctively. Wasn't this absurd? She had the divorce papers, signed and sealed. Clearly, something had gone wrong somewhere along the line.

"No, ma'am, I'm afraid not. As it stands, you'll need to provide your spouse's information for your application to proceed."

A spouse's details count as essential information-nothing could be left out.

The office needed to verify everything, cross every 't', and dot every 'i'.

A heavy weight settled in Elodie's chest, her usually composed expression faltering for the briefest moment.

She glanced down at the documents the official had handed her.

It was all there in black and white-she was still registered as married.

They processed these requests all the time; mistakes like this were supposed to be impossible.

So then...

around the stack of documents. "Alright... I'll look into this in detail and get back to you

make sure the information is accurate," the official replied. He, too, seemed to sense something was off, but stuck to protocol and

in her department, Clifford raised his brows at Elodie. "How does something like this get mixed up? Elodie, you're a special case-everything needs to be airtight, especially for

do was force a small

shock show on her

soon as she stepped out of the office, her heart was pounding, a tangled

to the bottom of

everything was so critical. There was

Elodie gathered her IDs and headed

an appointment at the records office, handed over her identification, and asked, "Excuse me, I'd like to check my

that anyone would need to check

the clerk announced, Ms. Thorne? According to our system, you're

face went utterly

straight to the

moment, she just stared, dazed, before numbly taking her ID

she climbed into her car,