How a dying woman wrote her epilogue novel 6

How a dying woman wrote her epilogue novel 6

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Elodie met Ivan’s gaze He watched her with a hint of a smile, as if he were an outsider simply waiting to see her squi 

She tightened her grip around her fingers, feeling the last shred of hope slip away

Elodie didn’t look away. She met his eyes, giving him exactly what he wanted. Hello, Queenie,she said, her voice steady

Queenie’s smile widened as she wrapped her arms around wan’s waist, leaning Into him with a show of affection

Ivan paused, glanced at Elodie for a fleeting moment, then lowered his head and led Queenie into the sitting room 

What’s with the act?Reba strode over, her voice sharp with scorn. My brother isn’t interested in a married woman

And as for that Ms. Fieldingthe one Mr. Silverstein invited for his birthday yesterdayshe’s a hotshot PhD in aerospace engineering Someone the entire business world is fighting over How could a housewife whose only talents are cooking and warming a bed over compete

Or maybe you’re just afraid you’ll be kicked out so now you want to cozy up to the Harcourts?:|| 

This miserable marriageeveryone was just waiting to watch her fall

Elodie’s chest twisted with pain. She set the gift she’d brought down on the table. “Don’t worry. However my life turns out, it’s got nothing to do with the Harcourt family. After all my name is Thome 

Without another word she left, not bothering to look back

Staying any longer would only make things worse for everyone 

She’s gone!” 

Malcom emerged from 

side room just in 

in time to see Fladie’s resolute figure disappearing through the front door His expression darkened 

Reba snapped out of her daze and grumbled, Dad, did you see that attitude? She doesn’t care about the Harcourts, or you. If you ask me. Mr. Silverstein is gorg to divorce her sooner or later 

After three years. Malcom could see it clearly: Elodie had never won Jamad’s heart. The only bencht he’d ever gotten from the marriage was at the very start when he’d leveraged the Silverstein name for a business deal. Since then, the Harcourt family had tried to rely on the Silversteins for other projects, but Jarrod never showed the slightest concem for his fatherinlaw

And won’t it all Elodie’s fault for being so useless? She couldn’t even win over her own husband. Pathetic 

His face hardened. He glanced at Reba. You’re not getting any younger either. Elodie’s a lost cause. If I get a chance, III help you get some face time with

Raba instantly understood what he meant 

Her face stiffened. She unconsciously glanced over at Ivan, who was still lounging on the sofa, feeding grapes to Queenie with a wicked grin 

Reba bit her lip, a flash of resentment flickering in her eyes

Elodie rented a small, twobedroom apartmenttastefully fumished, movein ready. She signed a yearlong lease; the place was only about a mile from the hospital where she often worked 

It would be easy to get there if she needed anything 

Her head was pounding after leaving the Harcourt house, but Elodie didn’t forget to block Jamod on her messaging app 

She kept his number, just in case she needed to take his call about signing the divorce papers at city hall

All she had to do now was make it through the thirtyday coolingoff period 

Setting her phone aside, she look a long showet, then collapsed into bed and fell asleep

Meanwhile 

Jamod returned to the villa. The foyer was dark; not a single light left on 

No matter how late he came home before, Elodie always left a lamp burning for him, greeting him at the door, gently taking his coat and bringing him clean clothes 

He rarely came home. In fact, it was only on certain days each monthout of obligation, reallythat he showed up at all 

Tonight, as he reached for his coat and found no one waiting, he looked around frowning slightly

Throwing a tantrum

protest. But the bed 

He headed upstairs and pushed open the master bedroom door, expecting to find her curled up pretending to sleep ready to stage some silent protes was emply 

The whole place was quiet and dark 

Elodie hadn’t come home 

Kith had already reported to him about Elodie’s attitude toward Sylviehow she’d even threatened to see him in court

And now 

Jarrod loosened his be a faint, mocking smile on his lips 

So she’d learned how to storm out

He wasnt worried 

Maybe some time on her own was exactly what she needed

How a dying woman wrote her epilogue novel

How a dying woman wrote her epilogue novel

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