How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 104

As expected, she shook her head, resigned.

Even Grady couldn't resist walking over. "Of all the people to pick a fight with, you chose Ms. Fielding? And with Mr. Silverstein watching? What did you think would happen—that Ms. Fielding would lose out to you?"

In his mind, going up against Sylvie was just Elodie setting herself up for disappointment.

"If you're so unhappy, why not drag your husband over and let him fight for you?" Grady sneered, unable to resist another jab.

He still remembered how shocked he'd been when he heard Elodie had gotten married. Back then, he'd had quite a soft spot for her—beautiful, poised, a woman of substance with her own ideas. He'd thought highly of her. But then, out of nowhere, she'd gotten married. Worse, she'd chosen to settle down as a housewife.

Now she spent her days fussing over a man and the kitchen, wasting her potential.

Just like that, his admiration turned to contempt.

Turned out, she was no different from all those other women—nothing like Sylvie: smart, educated, independent, never relying on a man.

Elodie couldn't have cared less about Grady's opinion. Still, she had to admit, the situation was bitterly ironic.

Her so-called husband? He was right there, doting on another woman.

At that moment, Esmeralda returned from upstairs. Catching sight of Grady once again hovering around Elodie, she marched over and snapped, "What's your problem now?"

Elodie squeezed Esmeralda's hand, then glanced coldly at Grady. "We're not friends, Mr. Mercer. In the future, please keep your opinions about my life to yourself. It has nothing to do with you."

She wasn't the sort to let people walk all over her. She only kept the peace when it suited her. If someone crossed the line, she would never back down.

Grady stood there, stunned. He'd never expected the usually mild-mannered Elodie to speak so bluntly.

He didn't even react at first, but once it sank in, his expression turned even more disdainful.

Just as he thought—compared to Sylvie, Elodie couldn't even handle a simple truth. All she could do was deceive herself.

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Elodie and Esmeralda headed to the lounge for a cup of tea.

She gave a brief rundown of what had just happened.