How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Elodie felt nothing in particular about Ivan's attitude these days.

She shook her head calmly. "We're even now, Ivan. I honestly don't care about any of that anymore. Whether you knew or misunderstood it doesn't matter to me."

Her indifference made Ivan's expression flicker uncertainly. “How can you not blame me? I actually came here to tell you something-Malcom's in serious trouble. The Harcourt Group is under attack from several companies, their stock's tanked to rock bottom. They can't hold out much longer. I thought you should know this is Jarrod's doing."

"He's pushing Malcom to the edge."

Ivan avoided asking about Elodie's health; he couldn't bring himself to go there. All he wanted was for her to need him—if she did, he'd do anything for her.

"So?" Elodie's tone was flat.

"Malcom is your father. Doesn't he care what you think at all? Not even a shred of decency?"

Elodie smiled, slow and cool. "Do you even know what Malcom's done to me? There's no need to put on a show. Malcom had you thrown in jail, Ivan. Don't you want revenge? Would you let him off the hook just because of me? Would you really care about my relationship with him then?"

Ivan's gaze darkened.

Because, in that moment, he saw something different in Elodie when she talked about Jarrod. It was painfully clear-so clear it made his whole body ache.

course, Elodie

He was involved in the takeover too. He just didn't want to admit how

was on

to talk

her hand. "Elodie, leave him. Let's go back to how things

You're the only one stuck in the past. I don't love you.

and I will never happen.

Ivan froze.

pull away, her

answered,

a bit? Mr.

made sense why Jarrod hadn't

Ine

both ends over her troubles, and now

Jarrod had collapsed, he must

in worry. Without a backward glance at Ivan, she

caught the whole exchange-he was so close, he'd overheard the