How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 549

Elodie decided to take a bath, hoping the warm water would help her finally relax.

She drew the bath, undressed, and was just about to step into the tub when she glanced down—and noticed something near the faint scar on her lower abdomen: a mark so subtle it would be easy to miss. A kiss mark.

Her skin was pale and easily marked. When she’d woken up that morning, she’d checked her neck and chest—everything was clear, aside from a few red blotches from the alcohol. Nothing out of the ordinary. For a moment, she’d wondered if everything that happened last night had just been a dream.

But now, there it was—right next to that scar, a hidden trace she couldn’t ignore.

Elodie paused, confusion flickering in her eyes.

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On the other side of town, Jarrod was swamped with work.

Sylvie had returned home alone.

Jarrod hadn’t driven her back, but that didn’t bother her at all—she was in a buoyant mood.

As soon as she walked in, Selma noticed the difference. Selma herself had been plagued by legal troubles and the fallout from her recent scandal; the socialites she’d befriended in Eldermere had all shut their doors to her, as if she were carrying some kind of curse. It had left her feeling low for weeks.

On top of that, Neural Intelligence had just changed hands. Maintaining appearances was getting harder by the day.

She had nothing to smile about these days.

But seeing Sylvie come home in such high spirits, Selma couldn’t help but ask, “So, what’s the good news?”

Sylvie gave a little half-smile. “Something like that.”

She’d been put through the wringer last night, but things had turned out well in the end.

She’d gotten far too drunk, yes, but she wasn’t an inexperienced girl anymore—she knew exactly what had happened to her.