How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 159

Elodie could never mistake that ring.

It was the family heirloom her grandmother had given her mother, Winifred, years ago—worn as a wedding ring ever since. When the Harcourt family's finances hit a rough patch, Malcom had sold the ring to keep the company afloat.

Her mother had been heartbroken for months.

Malcom never consulted her. By the time Winifred realized the ring was gone, it was far too late. No matter how she searched, it had vanished.

That wound between her parents never quite healed, not even as their marriage finally unraveled.

Elodie's grandmother never spoke of it, but Elodie knew she still thought about that ring—she could see it in her eyes.

And yet, after all these years, fate had brought it back, right here at this charity gala.

Something that belonged to the Thorne family was never truly lost.

Even Esmeralda noticed how rattled Elodie was.

Elodie's eyes clouded with emotion, and her hand shook as she gripped her auction paddle. The moment the auctioneer finished speaking, she was ready to raise her bid.

But she didn't get the chance.

From the very front row, a hand lifted. "Fifteen million," someone called out.

Elodie's head snapped up, startled.

Sylvie sat with perfect poise, a confident smile curving her lips as she watched the ring glint beneath the auction lights. She leaned in toward Jarrod beside her. "The craftsmanship is remarkable. Antique rings like this—decades, maybe a century old—you just can't find this kind of work anymore."

Jarrod studied the magnified image on the screen, then nodded slightly. "If you want it, go for it."

Sylvie's smile widened. "All right."

Elodie didn't miss the way the two of them whispered together.

Her jaw tightened. She didn't know what Jarrod had said, but a sinking feeling crept into her chest.

This ring belonged to the Thorne family. She had to bring it home.

Steeling herself, Elodie called out, "Sixteen million!"

Heads turned toward her.