How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 435

He had someone lead Elodie and Alexander over to one of the tables.

Meanwhile, Jarrod and Sylvie lingered, chatting a bit longer with Steene.

Alexander poured Elodie a glass of juice. “You two never actually had a wedding, did you?”

Elodie wrapped her hands around the chilled glass. “No, we didn’t.”

Her marriage to Jarrod had been one of necessity, a secret rushed through under the pressure of his family. Back then, Jarrod had been coldly decisive, keeping the press at bay and never letting a word about her slip out. Their shameful beginning had never seen the light of day, and during the three years she’d been Mrs. Silverstein, she’d felt as invisible as a ghost.

They’d only gotten the paperwork done in a hurry under his grandmother’s insistence.

Jarrod never once mentioned making up for it with a proper ceremony.

She understood. The marriage had started off wrong; it made sense he wouldn’t want a celebration.

But Alexander couldn’t help but think Elodie had been hurt the most by the whole ordeal. In the end, she’d borne it all alone—the blame, the rumors, the isolation—her strength was all she had to cling to.

“He really believes you didn’t set him up?” Alexander asked quietly. He knew a bit about what had happened—Esmeralda had confided in him once, unable to keep it to herself.

Elodie shook her head. “I doubt it.”

Explanations rarely made a difference—especially when Malcom Harcourt had been the one pulling the strings. Right or wrong, she would always be the one held responsible.

Alexander felt suffocated just thinking about what Elodie had been through.

Just then, Jarrod and Sylvie came over and took their seats.

Guests began to arrive one after another, and the conversation faded away.

Sylvie was still glowing from whatever she and Jarrod had just talked about, her eyes shining with happiness. Alexander found himself wondering if Jarrod had made her some kind of promise.

The atmosphere at the garden wedding was warm and lively, laughter drifting across the open lawn. Compared to ceremonies back home, it all felt freer and more relaxed.

Even Elodie found herself caught up in the mood. Watching the bride’s radiant smile, she felt a flicker of empathy, as if she could almost share in that happiness.