How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 660

Esmeralda's outburst came out of nowhere.

Elodie barely had time to react.

Jarrod staggered back two steps under the force, but his core remained steady— he didn't even sway much.

His dark eyes flicked over Esmeralda. If he felt anything, he didn't show it.

Elodie understood; a man like Jarrod never bothered to argue with women about such things.

But Esmeralda's emotions had long since slipped out of her control. Elodie's illness had already pushed her to the edge; all of her anger now found one target -the man in front of her. "Why is it that someone like you gets to be just fine? What gives you the right? You cheat, you're cold and cruel, and you left Elodie to carry all that pain alone—are you even human?"

Esmeralda was beyond furious.

She couldn't hold back anymore.

Nor did she care that the person she was shouting at was Jarrod.

All she felt was heartache and outrage for Elodie.

This anger had been waiting to be unleashed.

"I get it— you're her best friend, and you're standing up for her. That makes sense. But I've never seen you this angry

caught

innocent? Jarrod, without you, Elodie's

might, in a fit of anger,

to hold herself back, not letting

her words; his long lashes trembled

same thing—if Elodie would have been happier

Elodie. "All that time we were together, if

her throat

love her

wind, and suddenly, it's impossible to speak your heart. Because

arm and punching in the code, not

knew Jarrod was probably waiting for her to

she'd spent enough of her

door as it

lowered his eyes, emptiness clouding

much. She didn't tolerate any more injustice, didn't make

exhaled, almost a sigh. She was finally moving on, growing stronger.

moment they stepped inside, Esmeralda's face was still twisted with anger. "What was

the hall," Elodie replied, setting down

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