How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 526

Sylvie’s pupils contracted sharply.

She remembered something she’d once said to Elodie at a celebration party—a line that now came back to slap her in the face, hard.

She felt as if invisible hands were squeezing her throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Instinctively, she reached out for something, anything, to steady herself. Her eyes landed on Jarrod.

But Jarrod’s gaze was already fixed on Elodie.

He stood, pushing his chair back. “Since Ms. Thorne has made her decision, and Sylvie is at fault, there’s really nothing more to say. Let’s end it here.”

His words hit Sylvie like a punch to the chest.

She wanted to protest, but she couldn’t.

Elodie had achieved exactly what she wanted.

There was no point wasting any more energy on this. The proxy agreement with Jarrod had been unexpected, but now that she had this knife, why not use it?

Selma and Sylvie, mother and daughter—after so many years of leeching off her mother’s work, was it any wonder things ended this way?

Why should the wicked ever get a happy ending?

Besides, everything she’d done today was by the book.

All she could say was—

“She brought this on herself. Nobody forced her hand.”

With that, Elodie turned and headed for the door.

Maurice watched it all unfold.

It was the first time he’d seen Elodie so cold and unyielding. Still, he couldn’t help glancing at Jarrod, trying to suppress his own shock.

Sylvie’s breath hitched as she stared at Elodie’s retreating back. Years of carefully cultivated pride crumbled in an instant, replaced by a surge of barely contained fury.

Her face was ashen, her steps urgent, heels clicking as she strode forward.

She seized Elodie by the wrist, yanking her back with a force born of desperation.

Her other hand shot up, ready to strike Elodie across the face.