How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 578

When had it all changed?

Somehow, she’d become nothing more than a bystander, forced to watch this gut-wrenching scene unfold.

For a split second, anger and humiliation nearly overwhelmed Sylvie.

Once upon a time, it was always Elodie who had to watch Sylvie standing next to Jarrod.

Now, suddenly, Sylvie understood exactly why Jarrod had avoided her for so long—Elodie must have been scheming behind the scenes, keeping him occupied with her little manipulations.

Sylvie’s glare was sharp enough to cut glass. When Elodie turned in her direction, her eyes were icy and indifferent. She stood a few steps above Sylvie, looking down at her from the landing, taking in the way Sylvie’s lips trembled and the resentment swirling in her eyes.

Gone was the proud, polished woman Sylvie used to be. Now, she was a shadow of her former self—her fall from grace was nothing short of humiliating, and she felt it keenly.

She’d wanted to appeal to Jarrod’s sympathy, to make him worry after seeing her caught in the rain. Instead, her bedraggled state was now on full display for Elodie, who stood there dry and unbothered, being cared for.

Elodie was honestly surprised—Sylvie was nothing like the woman she used to know.

But she couldn’t summon even a flicker of pity.

In fact, all she felt was…

Well, it was nothing more than karma.

Even now, what Elodie saw in Sylvie’s expression wasn’t remorse for her mistakes, only anger and bitterness. That’s when Elodie realized: there are some people whose minds are so twisted, they can never see reason.

“There’s no need—Jarrod’s attention belongs elsewhere now,” Elodie said coolly, not sparing Sylvie another glance. She had never intended to actually wear Jarrod’s coat—she knew perfectly well how much that would upset Sylvie, but she had no interest in playing those childish games. Their mess was theirs alone; she wanted nothing to do with it.

Although…

She couldn’t help but notice—Jarrod and Sylvie didn’t seem nearly as close as she’d once imagined.

Jarrod watched Elodie with his usual inscrutable calm. After she shrugged off his coat, she got into her car without a backward glance.