How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 665

When he first found out, he’d been angry, hurt, unable to believe she’d never loved him. But in the end, he never showed any of it to Elodie.

The whole thing felt absurd.

He didn’t want to confront her and make a scene.

So what did he do? He took a four-month overseas assignment and stayed in London for what felt like forever.

On his desk, he kept their only photograph together—a stiff city hall wedding portrait, framed and a little faded. There were days when his emotions got the better of him and he’d throw the frame away, only to fish it out of the trash and set it back in its place.

He’d given himself plenty of time to think.

Elodie had married him because scheming relatives and outside pressure had left her no real choice. If she hadn’t been forced, she would never have accepted the situation. Ivan had been sent away for three years because of a disastrous misstep in a Harcourt project, and with Ivan gone, Elodie decorated their marital home with care—proof enough that she’d at least considered trying to make things work with Ivan.

He used to be angry that he meant nothing to her, but deep down, he knew he’d been the interloper, that everyone had used her for their own ends.

He clung to her, unable to let go, but he didn’t want to trap her in the name of love, either.

He wrestled with himself for a long time.

He knew Elodie’s nature—she was always putting others first, always willing to sacrifice for everyone else. Maybe she’d stay with him out of guilt, out of duty to the Harcourt family, and just accept a lifetime of compromise.

She was always the one to yield, even if it meant losing herself.

He had considered, more than once, just pretending he knew nothing, keeping her by his side forever; he resented that her heart was elsewhere, envied Ivan’s luck, and even thought that, if Elodie tried to leave, he could find ways to make her stay.

Even if she ended up hating him for it.

He wasn’t magnanimous enough to let her go easily.

But the situation was a mess—on his side, it was all political infighting and external threats, and on Elodie’s, everyone was pressuring and exploiting her. Did he really want to become just another person weighing her down?

What if Ivan got out? What would she want then? And with the rumors swirling about him and Sylvie, Elodie would have every reason and excuse to walk away—who could blame her? Who could stop her? If the choice was up to her, what would she decide?

But making that decision wasn’t easy.

It took him nearly two years to convince himself what he had to do.

He admitted to himself that his actions were often ruled by emotion. He’d used Sylvie as a pawn—giving Elodie a chance for revenge, a stepping stone, and, even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, a way to provoke just the slightest flicker of jealousy or affection from her, to compete with Ivan for her attention.