How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes as he fixed Jarrod with a steady gaze. "Her uterus-there's something abnormal. Something that shouldn't be there." Jarrod didn't look surprised. He slowly lifted his eyes, meeting the other man's stare. After a brief pause, he replied in a voice only the two of them could understand, "Yeah. You've probably guessed right." Elodie was transferred into the private suite next to Jarrod's.

A steady stream of people cand went from the room.

At the end of the hallway, Ivan stood, watching the bustle from a distance.

He'd arrived the moment Elodie went into surgery. Deep down, though, he knew he had no real right to stand as family.

No matter how he turned it over, he owed her too much.

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Now, seeing Elodie safe and out of surgery, it felt as though a weight had finally lifted from his chest-like he'd been given another chance at life.

Ivan walked out to the hospital's smoking area. His hands shook as he lit a cigarette, then he let out a bitter, self- mocking laugh.

Who was he kidding? The world had changed; they'd both changed. There was no going back.

Even Jarrod, he realized grimly, had cared for Elodie with a devotion that Ivan himself couldn't match.

He stood there for a long time, letting the cold seep into his bones, until his phone buzzed in his pocket. Queenie's nflashed across the screen-call after call, desperate and insistent.

He ignored them all.

Instead, he opened a news alert: the headline screamed scandal, the Jett family's empire unraveling. The stock price was in freefall.

Sdebts, he thought, had to be settled one way or another.

Elodie had lost a dangerous amount of blood. By the third day, she still hadn't regained consciousness.

Jarrod, meanwhile, seemed to grow stronger by the day.

He refused to go back to his own room, instead spending nearly every moment at Elodie's bedside.

Perched at the edge of her bed, he tucked the blanket gently around her. "Wake up soon, alright? Let's start over. You've lost so much weight. When you're better, I'll make sure you get your strength back. You're beautiful no matter what, but I love seeing you healthy no more hospitals, no more scares." He spoke whether or not she could hear him, pulling a file folder from the bedside table and opening it with practiced ease.

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Inside was a single ring. He tipped it into his palm, then slid it onto her finger, holding her hand and studying the way the diamond caught the light.

"I always knew," he said quietly. "What was I supposed to do-get angry with you? I could only pretend I didn't notice. I've been holding on to this ring for long enough. Why don't you take it back?" "From now on, let's never take them off, okay?"

"And-thank you. For helpingclean up all that mess, even when you were so sick. I owe you for that He pressed her hand gently to his cheek 'Nexus Analytics is all yours now. I won't let you lose it. As for that contract, you don't have to worry-I'll make sure you don't get the short end." "Elodie, once you're better, how about a trip to the Swiss Alps? Sound good?" He hooked her finger with his own. "If you don't say anything, I'm taking it as a yes. And I won't let you change your mind." Esmeralda arrived just then, pausing at the doorway. She took in the scene, hearing every word that passed between them.

She'd cby every day, and each tshe found Jarrod talking to Elodie, quietly keeping watch by her side. Sfeelings, she thought, didn't need to be spoken aloud. They were loud enough in the silence.

She lingered at the door for a moment longer, then decided not to interrupt. Instead, she turned to go downstairs, planning to grab something to eat from the hospital's convenience store.

She'd barely made it to the lobby when she nearly collided with a man hurrying past, eyes glued to the hospital bill in his hand, his expression grim and distracted -so focused, he didn't even notice her.

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