How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 817

She said the words out loud, but deep down, she was terrified.

That place was dangerous enough on its own, and now, with Quinn hunting him, what were Jarrod’s real chances of making it out alive?

Panic crashed over her, her heart hammering so hard it hurt.

She refused to accept it.

Watts straightened, looming over her from above. “What’s done is done. Why force something that’s already broken? Elodie, it’s time to wake up. Men’s flaws run deep—you can’t change them, can’t redeem them. If he’s failed you once, he’ll do it again.”

He knew Elodie wasn’t ready to face the possibility of Jarrod dying out there.

But it didn’t matter.

Barring a miracle, the outcome was all but certain.

Elodie didn’t want to hear another word. She spun on her heel and headed for the car.

She’d find Jarrod herself.

She needed to see for herself that he was still alive.

As she stormed off, Watts’ smirk faded. He rolled something between his fingers inside his pocket, then strode after her without another word. Without asking permission, he swept an arm around her waist, hauling her right off the ground.

She kicked and struggled, but he barely flinched.

Unbothered, Watts marched her back toward the villa.

Elodie was furious, clawing at his collar with both hands. “Let go! Don’t touch me!”

Tonight had pushed her to the edge.

She couldn’t keep up her usual calm or spar with Watts anymore.

All she wanted was to get away—right now.

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