How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

This was emotional strangulation-slow, relentless, and merciless.

What's more, even when Jarrod was frantic with worry over Elodie's

disappearance, the first thing he did when he finally got through to Watts was hit "record." That tape became irrefutable evidence.

He hadn't needed to use a single act of violence against Watts.

He simply cut off every route of escape.

If Watts wanted to save himself, he couldn't return home. Setting foot on home soil would mean instant conviction-his own father wouldn't be able to shield him. But if he stayed away, he'd be forced to relinquish control of Eldrion Global. Everything he'd schemed and fought for would slip through his fingers. He'd be forced out, disgraced.

All the ambitious business empires he'd built back home-snuffed out in one blow.

He'd always been ruthless, the kind of man who'd stop at nothing. Emotions were a luxury he'd never allowed himself, except when it came to his career. That was where he'd poured every ounce of his passion. He'd always intended to seize Eldrion Global, to cement his foothold, to climb higher and higher.

He was supposed to use the Eldrion Global situation and even Jarrod's own missteps-as stepping stones onto the political stage, just like his father.

But fate had other plans.

Now, everything was destroyed in an instant.

How could Watts not be furious?

His face was deathly pale, but he understood there are winners and losers in every power struggle. It's just that his loss came at an unprecedented price.

Fleming watched Watts quietly.

prodigy, the golden boy who left everyone

that background, that pedigree, and yet-forced into

He'd been utterly routed.

hadn't set his sights on the same grand ambitions, he probably

have your hands full cleaning up the mess you made. You're going to be busy for

softly, then turned to Elodie, gently taking her hand. His voice dropped to a comforting murmur.

nodded, though she still didn't understand all the details or how things had spiraled to this point. But she knew one thing: today, Jarrod had completely crushed

weak, barely

into his arms,

of it pierced through Watts like a blade straight to

everything he'd ever

her arms around Jarrod's neck, resting against him in that

to surge through the deepest

was sharp and insistent, needling a heart that was supposed

one

the interests were great enough, he

Until today.

lost not just

to

for power, his unspoken

all.

truly see the bitterness and fear inside

turned out he cared more than

genuine emotion, buried deep in his pretense, had become the very weapon that destroyed