How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 573

“Got it,” Elodie replied.

At this point, the truth was out—there was no way she could bluff her way past Jarrod’s grandmother.

She ended the call.

She didn’t ask Jarrod to pick her up, either. There was no need to put on that awkward show, making things uncomfortable for everyone.

When work was finally done, Elodie glanced at the clock. Near seven, she drove out toward Moonlight Garden.

Rainy season had arrived.

Halfway there, the skies opened up. The world filled with the earthy, damp scent of wet soil.

When she arrived, she stepped out beneath her umbrella.

But at the door, she paused—she didn’t know the new passcode.

Ever since Jarrod had bought back the house as their marital home, all the codes had been changed.

If she rang the bell, his grandmother might sense something was off.

Elodie frowned, considering her options.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind her. A crisp, cool scent of fir needles drifted in the wet air. Before she could turn, someone caught her wrist and guided her index finger to the fingerprint scanner.

Beep, beep—

The door unlocked.

Startled, Elodie looked up at Jarrod.

He’d already released her, his pale eyes steady and clear. “Come on.”

That was all he said.

He stepped inside first, umbrella in hand.

My fingerprint? she thought, brows knitting. She couldn’t quite wrap her head around it.

In the home he now shared with Sylvie, her fingerprint was still in the system? Had he just forgotten to delete it?

She let the thought go and stepped inside.

Seeing the living room, Elodie felt momentarily disoriented. The place was completely different. The layout and fixtures she remembered had all changed. Unfamiliar art and decorations filled the space. It bore no trace of the home she’d lived in for three years, the one she’d painstakingly arranged.

Now it was a brand-new house—a home that belonged to someone else.

She let the feeling linger for just a couple seconds.