How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 326

Was this art exhibit planned in advance, or was it just a petty form of payback after she’d “threatened” his beloved the last time? Maybe this was his way of returning the favor, making sure she felt just as unsettled.

Elodie tore the invitation in half without a second thought.

She tossed the pieces into the trash.

“Alex, let’s focus on the system programming first.” She wasn’t about to waste any more mental energy on this. There was no sense in agonizing over things she couldn’t change or control—she’d only end up frustrated and exhausted for nothing.

She’d considered stripping Selma of her golden artist reputation—once.

But even that single attempt had been swiftly shut down by Jarrod’s heavy-handed interference.

Alexander shot her a worried glance. Even as a bystander, he could feel the injustice simmering beneath the surface.

Elodie didn’t spare the window another look.

She bowed her head and quietly resumed her work.

She had no intention of letting anything—or anyone—distract her from what needed to be done.

Night settled in, the dusky sky fading to indigo.

After a long afternoon of coding the flight control system, Elodie reviewed her work with Galen and the others.

When she finally looked up, she could still see the glow of the art building across the street, its windows alive with light and movement.

She kept her expression neutral.

When the day ended, Elodie couldn’t be bothered to fetch her car. Esmeralda offered to drive, so she waited by the curb.

She glanced down at her phone, sending Rosemary a quick message: I’ll be home to eat with you.

A sharp honk sounded nearby.

Elodie looked up just as a crowd spilled out of the French restaurant down the street.

There were reporters and a handful of familiar company executives in the mix.

Sylvie and Selma stood at the center, basking in attention.

Jarrod and Maurice Grady were there as well, hovering nearby.