How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 181

Unlike Maurice, who looked utterly stunned, Jarrod's expression was unreadable. His gaze was dark and thoughtful as he studied Elodie.

Elodie had already set down her pen.

No wonder Jarrod had insisted on a new divorce agreement—he wanted to seize control of the negotiations and keep her in check from the very start.

But honestly, she couldn't bring herself to care anymore.

As long as she could get this over with, she'd agree to anything.

She slid the paperwork back across the table.

"So, can we file now?"

Jarrod glanced down at the place where she'd signed. When he finally looked up, his eyes were flat and emotionless. "We can."

Apparently, it was rare for people to hash out the terms right here at city hall.

After they'd followed the necessary steps, the clerk looked up at them. "Do you have any children together?"

Elodie's throat tightened. She finally managed, "No."

Jarrod didn't even flinch.

Maurice, however, gave a little shrug and pursed his lips.

Not that Elodie hadn't wanted children—but that would've required Jarrod actually wanting the same.

"Alright," the clerk continued, "your documents will be reviewed. After they're approved, there's a thirty-day waiting period before the divorce is finalized. During that time, if either of you changes your mind, you can withdraw the application. Please think it over."

Elodie already knew how this worked.

She understood it would be at least another thirty days before she could walk away with the divorce certificate.

That was fine.

She could wait thirty days.

"Thank you. There's nothing to reconsider," Elodie replied coolly.

Jarrod glanced sideways at her.

With the process complete, Baxter checked his watch. "Ms. Thorne, if you have any questions, feel free to reach out."

Elodie nodded in thanks. "Thank you for your help."

Baxter chatted with Albin for another moment before leaving.

Outside city hall, Elodie pulled her coat tighter and started down the steps.