How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 683

Chapter 683

Some things, you have to let people handle in their own way.

She wouldn't force her way in.

Esmeralda's words echoed in her mind.

Jarrod remained unresponsive for a long while.

Truth was, he'd been running nonstop the last two days-putting out fires, tidying up loose ends, desperate to make it back sooner. He'd barely closed his eyes.

He thought, at the very least, Elodie would wait for him before making a decision. That she'd respect the fact he was the child's father.

He had rushed, pushed himself to the brink, and still, he was too late.

She hadn't really planned to wait for him.

It was as if she'd never meant to give him a chance at all.

Elodie awoke from the anesthesia quicker than expected.

When she blinked groggily into the sterile light, she felt someone beside her.

Turning her head, she met Jarrod's ashen face. He just sat there, staring at her, expressionless and tight-lipped, as if he'd been keeping vigil by her bedside for hours. She had no idea how long he'd been there, but the air between them was suffocating.

sharp, hollow buzz rang

felt strangely empty. That fragile thread of life she'd

it, even

child was no

it so suddenly, without warning, left a bitter taste at the back of her throat. Yet she couldn't show any sadness.

And so-

simply met his

stretched between

was as if some invisible blade was slicing through both

reached out to tuck

hoarse it barely sounded human: "Are you

as if it

something had shifted between

hidden beneath the covers, clenched tight, nails digging into her palm. Her face

didn't you wait for me?" He didn't look at her, just stared at

voice, but the

Today's events were still unresolved, and she couldn't even begin to explain

she was hurt, too-none of this had ever been her

that much? It was my child-our child.

felt her throat

couldn't utter a

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