How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 164

His gaze lingered for barely two seconds before he looked away, turning his head as he stepped onto the stage with Sylvie.

Elodie didn't bother to watch them.

She picked up her glass and took another sip of juice.

Upstairs, Naylor and his friends hadn't missed a moment of this little "competition."

Leaning back lazily on the couch, Naylor grinned. "Now this is entertaining. Elodie's really overestimating herself—from trying to outbid Ms. Fielding for that ring earlier, to now fighting for a spot in the performance. She's practically got ‘insecure rival' written all over her face."

He suddenly remembered that art show, when Grady had tried gossiping with him about Elodie's marriage, and Sylvie had been the one to shut down the rumors on Elodie's behalf.

At least Sylvie never stooped to petty rivalry.

She even managed to save Elodie some face, letting bygones be bygones.

On that front, Elodie couldn't even compare to Sylvie.

Elias arched a brow, his gaze drifting idly down to where Elodie sat.

Naylor leaned closer. "That Elodie… I doubt she's going to get over Mr. Silverstein anytime soon."

But Elias just looked thoughtful. "I wouldn't be so sure."

Naylor shot him a confused look, but Elias didn't elaborate.

In truth, when Jarrod and Sylvie took the stage, Elias happened to catch a glimpse of Elodie's face—the angle revealed a flicker of something cold and mocking.

She truly…

Didn't care at all.

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Elodie could keep her composure because the years had hardened her heart, made it resilient under pressure.

But Esmeralda, watching from the sidelines, was nowhere near as calm.

She glared at the stage, at the perfect couple performing together, her anger simmering on Elodie's behalf.

Had Jarrod ever truly seen Elodie as his wife?