How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Ivan's mind was a blank.

He'd suspected something was wrong with Elodie's health, but it was the truth about the past that had truly crushed him, leaving him with nothing but ashes where his heart used to be.

He hadn't been outside for long when Queenie arrived, practically running.

She'd been keeping tabs on Ivan for a while now, refusing to let him have even the slightest contact with Elodie.

And yet, here he was-she'd just gotten word that Ivan had gone to see Elodie again.

The moment she stepped out of the car, Queenie stormed over, her voice trembling with rage. "Ivan! How could you do this to me? If it weren't for you and Elodie, would I have lost my baby? Why are you still seeking her out?"

She was beside herself, the recent trauma of losing her child still raw, leaving a jagged wound on her heart.

In her mind, both Ivan and Elodie were to blame.

If Elodie hadn't given Ivan the chance, he never would have clung to hope.

Ivan just stared at her, silent.

Queenie, trembling with fury, hurled her purse at him. "This is cheating, Ivan! The wedding was only postponed because of the baby, but we're still getting married. You can't keep betraying me—"

Crack.

suddenly raised his hand

stopped Queenie cold. She staggered, clutching her cheek, and stared in shock at

"You"

you, since you were 'innocent' in all this. But

in his eyes made Queenie

you

the same pit." Ivan stepped closer, his gaze dark and menacing, gripping her

score with every last one of

realized-they were the ones who had caused

force herself calm. "I have no idea what you're talking

his eyes now only cold and full of loathing. "No

soon as Ivan left,

looked at Elodie. Instead, he silently stood up and poured her a glass of

his face turned, hiding the stiffness and heartbreak in

the cup, watching him. "When did

gently adjusting her IV line. "Not long after I found out what

I

I was selfish didn't want