How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 147

And then—

Another familiar profile picture appeared below.

It was Sylvie.

Elodie's gaze flickered.

So, they actually had a private group chat, just for themselves…

Of course they did. Sylvie was always the center of attention, the one everyone gravitated toward.

All these years she'd been married to Jarrod, Elodie had never known that "plus-ones" could be included in their circle—at least, not openly.

Not that it mattered anymore.

Still, stumbling upon this now felt oddly like some embarrassing secret about her had been aired out for their amusement. She couldn't help but find a bitter humor in it.

Joseph seemed about to say something, but then he caught sight of a private message from Sylvie.

Sylvie: [You're really seeing someone? Who is it?]

Joseph pressed his lips together and didn't answer her. Instead, he dropped a message in the group chat: [Let's not start rumors.]

Elsewhere—

Dinner was over.

A few of them had gathered together afterward, including the sons of various family businesses.

The private dining room was full of laughter and clinking glasses. Maurice caught Joseph's message and snorted, "That's suspicious, isn't it? He didn't even explain."

Jarrod just took a sip of his drink, saying nothing.

Sylvie looked thoughtful. "Maybe it's not official yet. Hard to say."

She glanced down at her private chat with Joseph.

Whatever he was busy with, he'd replied to the group but ignored her one-on-one.

Maurice shook his head. "Doesn't add up. I just invited him to join us for drinks, and he said he couldn't—busy with family. But every year we get together on New Year's, don't we?"

So, was he really busy, or just avoiding them?