How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 632

"Haven't eaten yet, have you?" Jarrod's gaze flicked over the delivery box on the table before he finally turned to Elodie. "Want to have a bite first?”

Elodie, for her part, seemed to have shed all traces of last night's turmoil. Anyone would struggle to keep their composure after what they'd been through.

She took in the sight of Jarrod, dressed for once in a soft sweater and sweatpants. For a workaholic-Mr. Silverstein, who seemed to live at the office-it was almost surreal to see him home on a weekday.

"No need to trouble yourself," Elodie said, managing to keep her tone even.

"So, what do you think we should do about... us?" he asked.

She met his gaze. "You really want to talk about this now?"

Jarrod knew this moment was inevitable. He lowered his eyes for a second before looking straight at her, searching her expression for any cracks. "Aren't you even the slightest bit curious? About why things turned out this way?"

The real problem was that Elodie wasn't asking anything-not why they hadn't divorced, not why he hadn't left, not why he'd kept silent. She seemed to have given up even trying to care.

him, calm and clear-eyed. "Your reasons are your own. But I'm the one stuck with consequences I never wanted. Am I supposed to

she was sharp, even harsh. But who could blame her, after everything that had built up over time? She'd rarely lost her temper with him before. After the whole mess with the birth control, she'd backed down

cold, so bristling, it felt like

but he was watching her intensely, as if he could see straight

answer. But

if you ever

ashamed of when it comes to how

the reason you married me?" The words

flinched, surprised he'd go there so

breath, stepping closer. "That divorce agreement-remember how unfair and one-sided it was? You

wasn't the only thing that made the divorce fall through, but it was part of it. He'd been shameless-the lengths he'd

"What do you

there's even a corner left for me? Elodie, what do you think I

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