How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 451

There was no hiding what happened at the birthday party; word had already swept through the entire Eldermere elite. Everyone seemed to know the story.

Especially since Jarrod’s status made it all the more sensational—seeing someone like him entangled in a romantic scandal was almost unthinkable for most people.

Among the upper class, it was hardly unusual for a married man to keep a mistress on the side. Some even had confidantes in every city they traveled to for business; everyone knew about it, but no one found it odd.

But what made this situation different—

From the moment Sylvie had stepped into the public eye, she had played the part of Jarrod’s official girlfriend. She was polished and charming, from an academic family, with the kind of Ivy League credentials that high society admired. When she returned from abroad, Mr. Silverstein himself, the patriarch of the Silverstein family, had treated her like a precious gem.

People had painted her in the best possible light.

And suddenly, overnight, it all shattered.

The truth had come out: she was the other woman, the one who had broken up a marriage.

Her carefully crafted image of intelligence, elegance, and perfection didn’t just crack—it collapsed.

That was what truly fascinated people. After all, having a mistress was nothing new. But a woman who had seemed flawless falling from grace—now that was something to gossip about.

So, when the three people at the heart of the scandal found themselves at the same event, it was inevitable that everyone would compare, speculate, and whisper.

Elodie could practically read their minds. Human nature was always the same.

She had no interest in getting involved in this mess. She didn’t care what Jarrod thought; she turned away, picked up her name card from the table where a staff member had just set it down, and said, “No need to rearrange anything. I’ll sit where I was originally assigned.”

With that, she walked off to her seat on the other side of the room.

She had no patience for the so-called “catfight” label people were so eager to slap on her, and she certainly wasn’t going to stand around waiting for Jarrod to choose between women. The choice had always belonged to her, and her alone.

Her attitude shocked many, and once the surprise wore off, admiration set in.

No wonder she was Mrs. Silverstein—the grace and confidence she displayed weren’t things you saw every day.