How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 148

Outside, fireworks blossomed against the inky night sky. Elodie glanced up, watching the bursts of color fade before turning to see Rosemary and Emile nearby, capturing the moment on video.

She could feel the old woman's concern for her, warm and genuine.

If it weren't for her grandmother shielding her these past years, life in the Silverstein family would have been even harder.

"Grandma, we didn't argue," Elodie said softly. "You know how it is—Jarrod and I hardly ever fight."

Most of their issues simmered in silence.

After all, arguments require some spark of feeling. But all Jarrod had for her was cold indifference, maybe even contempt.

For a moment, her grandmother was at a loss for words.

She understood. Even the closest couples have their share of squabbles—especially after years of marriage. Weren't Jarrod and Elodie supposed to be the most important people in each other's lives by now?

Yet the way they lived… it was as if they were strangers, bound together only by obligation.

Elodie had tried everything to warm the ice between them, but nothing seemed to work.

Jarrod simply didn't care.

He treated her like a business associate—polite, detached, and never personal.

Her grandmother seemed at a loss, finally letting out a sigh. "You're right. Your grandfather and the others are getting on in years. You should spend time with them—it's no big deal as long as you two didn't fight. Still, I'll have another talk with that stubborn boy. Don't worry, darling, I won't let him take you for granted!"

Elodie knew how much her grandmother worried over her marriage.

After a long pause, she finally replied, gently, "Grandma, it's all right. There's no need."

They were already divorced—there was no point in fixing what was broken.

She didn't want her grandmother wasting any more effort on something hopeless. Maybe, with this hint, it would be easier for her to accept things when the truth came out.

Her grandmother hesitated, sensing something unspoken in Elodie's words. She sounded confused but finally relented, "All right… Just enjoy your time with your family, and wish them a happy New Year for me."

"I will."

After ending the call, Elodie let out a quiet breath.

She thought for a moment, then decided to borrow the hotel kitchen and make a few treats for her grandparents. Her grandmother had a sweet tooth, but her blood sugar was unpredictable—most of the hotel's desserts were far too sugary.

Thankfully, the hotel staff were accommodating.

Elodie settled on a simple batch of puff pastry biscuits.

Halfway through baking, her phone chimed repeatedly.

She checked her messages—it was Octavia.

— [When are you coming back? Mom said you're not making desserts this year?]

— [Ugh, seriously? You know I have to have them today!]

— [Where are you? Say something!]

— [Forget it, are you jealous or something? Fine, I'll call you ‘sis-in-law' for once. Just don't tell Sylvie, okay? Now will you come home and make them for me?]

Elodie's expression didn't change.