How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 110

So all she could do was stall for as long as possible.

Once the VistaLink Technologies project was secured and running smoothly, she could finally take time for her treatment—and start preparing her grandmother and uncle for the news.

When she finished changing her clothes and stepped out, her phone wouldn't stop chiming.

Elodie picked it up and glanced at the screen.

Photos from Esmeralda.

Clearly snapped on the sly.

The pictures showed the jewelry store in the shopping mall—Jarrod was there, helping Sylvie pick out jewelry.

Sylvie was holding an emerald necklace in her hands.

So, when he'd called Elodie earlier, he must've taken a quick break from his date to handle it.

Esmeralda: [Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting!]

Esmeralda: [I'm right next door. I watched Jarrod swipe his credit card for Sylvie over and over, buying her more luxury gifts than I could count. Just a minute ago, he bought her that emerald necklace and matching earrings—they cost more than a million dollars.]

Esmeralda: [He didn't even blink!]

Esmeralda: [You have to hand it to Sylvie. She's got this mistress thing down pat.]

Elodie slowly shifted her gaze away from the photo and, for the first time in a while, thought back on her marriage to Jarrod. He had never once gone shopping with her—not that she'd ever asked him to.

As for the gifts he gave her…

Most were arranged by his grandmother behind the scenes—she'd instruct Jarrod to pick up some limited-edition handbags or jewelry for Elodie while traveling abroad on business.

Then there were the obligatory birthday or anniversary presents. Jarrod would just tell Keith to handle them, as if ticking off a task on his to-do list—a gesture that looked thoughtful, but felt as impersonal as an office memo.

Even if the gifts themselves were worth a fortune.

Compared to him personally accompanying Sylvie, though, they seemed cold and meaningless.

She hadn't even taken those things with her: they were still sitting in the closet at the marital home. No matter how expensive they were, she didn't care anymore.

Elodie sent Esmeralda a quick reply—Get home soon—and then put her phone away, heading off to rest.