How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 657

Elodie had arrived.

And now, Ivan would see things clearly at last.

They were no longer on the same path.

“What makes you think you have the right to demand I do your dirty work for the sake of your so-called ‘love’?” Elodie shot back, her voice calm and detached.

Queenie’s face tightened, irritation flashing in her eyes.

Elodie’s gaze dropped to Queenie’s swollen belly. “Ms. Jett, if it’s really yours, no one can take it from you. Besides, not everyone is dying to have what you’ve got.”

Just as Queenie herself had said—after all these years of knowing Ivan, even when they didn’t end up together, it was always, somehow, Elodie’s fault. What sense did that make?

“You claim I ruined things for you two? I’m curious—when exactly did you start dating? Last I checked, before he went away, Ivan was still single.”

At the mention, Queenie’s expression changed instantly. Panic flickered across her features, and she clenched her fists tight, almost without realizing.

Back then...

It was a month after Ivan had gone to prison, during one of her visits, that they’d made things official. She’d promised to wait for him, and Ivan had sworn he wouldn’t let her down.

A voice interrupted. “What are you doing here?”

Ivan appeared, clutching his stomach, his face drawn and brooding. His eyes barely left Elodie, scanning her up and down for any sign she might be unwell.

Queenie snapped out of her daze, immediately turning to cling to his arm.

Elodie gave Ivan’s pale face a level look, then gently took Esmeralda’s hand. “Let’s go.”

Esmeralda, already feeling unlucky to have run into these two, turned on her heel, eager to leave.

“My wedding—you’ll be there, won’t you? Sister?” Ivan’s voice was cold as he stared at Elodie’s retreating back, his hand clenched tight at his side.

Elodie glanced over her shoulder at him. “I wish you happiness, Mr. Harcourt.”