How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 667

The first round of inspections was finally over. Elodie carefully secured all the confidential files before heading back, her mind swirling with thoughts.

Was this some form of mutual confession, in its own twisted way?

She couldn’t shake a strange sense of absurdity. It was almost laughable—she’d never imagined that Jarrod had been holding onto those two things for years, never once confronting her openly. They’d just let the misunderstandings fester, wasting years of their lives in silence.

Her computer was a mess of memories. She’d been obsessed with astronomy and photography since her teens, saving up for equipment and occasionally capturing moments from daily life—everything stored on her hard drive, so much so that even she could barely remember what was in there anymore.

But those innocent files had led to Jarrod’s suspicions. They had become a blade wedged between them, cutting deeper with every year.

Elodie closed her eyes and drew a slow, steady breath.

Wasn’t it obvious? The only reason they’d stayed stuck in this confusion was because fate had never really been on their side. They’d spent years lost in a haze of misunderstandings, never managing to bridge the gap.

Maybe Jarrod’s pride had kept him from asking her outright, and maybe she’d been too stubborn to reach out herself. Every step since had just added to the pain on both sides.

What was done was done. Elodie had no intention of trapping herself in the past.

She glanced at the time, made up her mind to call the hospital and book the surgery. She needed to deal with the pregnancy first.

But she’d have to see Elias for an assessment before anything else.

After returning to base and submitting the confidential data, Elodie headed straight to the hospital.

Eldermere’s private hospital was the best in the city, and with some effort, she managed to get an appointment with one of the top OB-GYNs.

Once she had her number in hand, she made her way upstairs.

She hadn’t expected to run into Ivan, who was holding a discharge slip.

A quick glance told her it was for release paperwork—she remembered Queenie’s situation at once.

Ivan’s eyes were dark as he fixed his gaze on her. “You’re ill?” he asked, voice low.

Elodie ignored him and tried to walk past.

Only when Queenie realized Elodie was heading to the OB-GYN did her expression shift.

The specialist was an elderly man with silver hair. He studied Elodie quietly. “With a high-quality embryo, the pregnancy is usually stable—no strong reactions. I’d say your husband must be in good health, no bad habits.”

Elodie’s fingertips were cold as she gripped her hands together, but she had no other options. “I… I want to terminate.”

The doctor looked up at her. “Are you sure? Have you told your husband?”

Elodie stared at her stomach, eyes stinging, but she shook her head. “No. There’s no need. We’re getting divorced. This is my decision.”

Outside the door, Queenie heard every word, shock giving way to a kind of nameless dread.

At this moment—her own child gone, Ivan refusing to marry, and now Elodie, pregnant and choosing to end it? And not telling Jarrod anything?

It all fit together, an unspoken thread running through it.

What else could possibly be the reason?