How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

He tried his best not to disturb Elodie.

By the time he'd perfected the final version, it was nearly four in the morning.

Jarrod stared at the computer screen for a moment, then checked the date again. Next month, on the eighteenth, it would be exactly one month since Nadia had been "born"-her first month, a good omen. If he hurried, they could hold the wedding on the same day.

He looked up, gazing at the figure asleep with her back to him across the room. After a brief pause, he turned his attention back to the computer, his expression calm as he worked.

He converted the finished invitation design into a digital version, drafted a concise but elegant message, and sent it directly to Ivan at TerraGreen Solutions.

Only then did he finally head to bed, slipping in beside Elodie and gently pulling her into his arms, a silent smile curving his lips.

The news that they were planning a wedding was met with nothing but enthusiastic approval from his grandmother-she was practically overjoyed.

She immediately threw herself into contacting bridal designers and wedding planners.

friends and connections, was the obvious choice to take charge. The older

was left speechless, handed the responsibility before

be grand and high-profile, but not overly complicated— let's skip anything that's too exhausting. We don't need any traditional rituals; too many pointless formalities. The venue should be unique, preferably open-air, with plenty of freedom for the guests. We can invite the media, but only after carefully

lips together, at a

demands is a bit much?" she finally asked. Did he really see

have some instructions. The wedding will be

of marriage, she still didn't understand why he insisted on making things

He was terrified she might be exhausted, yet insisted

all at

and decided not to say anything more. She turned

matter of the Watts investigation, As a key witness, she would need to give a

the car, he told her, "If Eldrion Global or Eaton Aldridge reach out, you