How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 580

Sylvie’s throat tightened abruptly. She stared at Andrea in utter disbelief.

For a moment, she wondered if she’d misheard. Rainwater trickled down her temple, chilling her to the bone and making her mind go blank.

“What…?”

Andrea remained perfectly polite, but her words were merciless. “This is my advice to you, Ms. Fielding. I suggest you take care of it as soon as possible.”

She didn’t linger. Having delivered her cold warning, Andrea brushed past Sylvie and disappeared inside.

Sylvie stood frozen in the doorway for a long time, dazed.

She couldn’t understand—how had things come to this?

Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, a storm of fear and fury welling up inside her.

Elodie…

One thought pounded in her skull: Elodie couldn’t possibly be innocent. She must have said something to Jarrod, done something behind her back. Otherwise, why would he treat Sylvie this way?

Instinctively, she wanted to pin the blame on Elodie. But as the rain soaked her through, reality cut through her denial like a knife.

Jarrod hadn’t even raised his voice today, hadn’t shown a hint of anger—yet how could she not see the cold, ruthless detachment etched in his every word?

He’d never come down from his pedestal; he’d always looked down on her, always kept her under his control—effortlessly, as if it cost him nothing.

He could choose to indulge her, to give her what she wanted, but for him, those gestures meant nothing. Yet from her perspective, she’d mistaken that for something special, something just for her.

That truth sliced her open, leaving her raw and bleeding.

Crushed beneath it all, Sylvie’s eyes turned red with unshed tears. She gritted her teeth so hard her jaw ached. She couldn’t accept it. How could Jarrod never have loved her?

How could he strip away even her last refuge just when she was at her lowest?

She knew deep down that pushing any further now would only make things worse. There was no way back.

It wasn’t until she got back to her car that she remembered the question she’d once asked Jarrod outside the hotel.

He’d just looked at her, offered a careless little smile—he hadn’t even bothered to answer. Later, Maurice had come outside and overheard. Maurice had told her, “No man could resist a woman who’s talented and beautiful.”