How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 597

Elodie’s success wasn’t universally admired in her industry. When it came to competition, the uglier side of human nature often revealed itself.

She understood this well enough. She didn’t linger; instead, she was headed out to meet Jarrod.

She had just come downstairs, not even reached her car yet, when she spotted a Bentley parked nearby.

Ivan stepped out, his expression cold and severe. The second he saw Elodie, he strode over and grabbed her wrist. “You really don’t know how to keep a low profile lately. Risking everything, now with your reputation in shambles—this is a mess, and it’s not easy to fix. For now, just stay out of sight.”

He was already trying to pull her toward the car.

He didn’t even bother bringing up the fact that she’d hung up on him earlier.

“Ivan! Let go of me!” Elodie’s voice was icy as she yanked her hand free from his grasp.

She was starting to think Ivan had gone off the deep end. He’d never been this controlling before.

Ivan turned back, his gaze dark and searching. “You’re still not giving up?”

He closed the distance between them, every word clipped and precise. “Don’t you see what’s going on? All of this—every bit of trouble—came from Jarrod. Who else but me actually cares what happens to you?”

His face twisted with old resentment. “Back when I got sent away, you couldn’t wait to find someone else. If you’d just waited for me, you wouldn’t be in this mess!”

He clearly still resented that Elodie had left him behind. They’d grown up together, always close. Of all the things she could’ve done, marrying Jarrod right after Ivan’s departure was something he’d never forgiven. It was as if she couldn’t wait to move on.