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.

buzz rang

body felt strangely empty. That fragile thread of life

even before

child was no

intended to keep the baby, losing it so suddenly, without warning, left a bitter taste at the back of her throat. Yet she couldn't show any sadness. She knew, better than anyone, she had no right to

And so-

met his

stretched between them, silent and

as if some invisible blade was slicing through

reached out to tuck the blanket

so hoarse it barely sounded human: "Are you

if it were any

had shifted between

tight, nails digging into her

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

voice,

difference?" Today's events were still unresolved, and she

hurt, too-none of this had

you hate me that much? It was

her

couldn't utter a

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