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How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 660

Esmeralda’s outburst came out of nowhere.

Elodie barely had time to react.

Jarrod staggered back two steps under the force, but his core remained steady—he didn’t even sway much.

His dark eyes flicked over Esmeralda. If he felt anything, he didn’t show it.

Elodie understood; a man like Jarrod never bothered to argue with women about such things.

But Esmeralda’s emotions had long since slipped out of her control. Elodie’s illness had already pushed her to the edge; all of her anger now found one target—the man in front of her. “Why is it that someone like you gets to be just fine? What gives you the right? You cheat, you’re cold and cruel, and you left Elodie to carry all that pain alone—are you even human?”

Esmeralda was beyond furious.

She couldn’t hold back anymore.

Nor did she care that the person she was shouting at was Jarrod.

All she felt was heartache and outrage for Elodie.

This anger had been waiting to be unleashed.

Jarrod watched Esmeralda silently, his voice calm, his gaze shadowed. “I get it—you’re her best friend, and you’re standing up for her. That makes sense. But I’ve never seen you this angry before. What happened today, Ms. Mercer? Mind enlightening me?”

Esmeralda froze, words caught in her throat.

She clenched her fists. “What reason do you want? Is there anything you’ve done that’s innocent? Jarrod, without you, Elodie’s life would be a thousand times better. You’re the reason for all of this!”

Elodie had worried Esmeralda might, in a fit of anger, reveal everything.

Thankfully, Esmeralda managed to hold herself back, not letting a single secret slip.

Jarrod heard her words; his long lashes trembled just slightly.

In certain moments, even he had wondered the same thing—if Elodie would have been happier without him.

He fell quiet for a few seconds, then looked directly at Elodie. “All that time we were together, if there was something you couldn’t bear, why didn’t you just tell me—like she does now?”

Elodie felt her throat tighten.

There was a time she’d thought Jarrod didn’t love her anymore—maybe he’d never truly loved her at all.

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