How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 775

It would be hard to find another opening like this in the future.

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Standing outside the hospital room, Watts’ expression was still tinged with gloom. He despised how Elodie kept ruining his plans, over and over again. He was hardly a patient or kind man by nature, and being bested multiple times by the same woman was enough to breed resentment.

Yet, as he reached the hospital door, he paused abruptly, frowning at the odd turn of his own thoughts. Even so, he pushed the door open.

The room was empty except for Elodie, giving him free rein to approach.

He walked over to the bed.

Watts stared down at Elodie’s sleeping face with a gaze bordering on icy. Standing at the bedside, he couldn’t help but think of all the ways she’d sabotaged him recently—Patricia Aldridge’s forced downfall, among others. When he traced it back, Elodie was always at the root.

He had every reason to hate her.

And so, seeing her lying there, fragile and breakable, something twisted inside him.

His eyes traveled from her face, down her nose, over her lips, lingering a moment before settling on her neck. In that instant, he raised his hand, fingers almost closing around her slender throat. It seemed that with just a little pressure, he could make her pay—just a little.

But the moment his hand brushed her skin, he jerked back, lips pressed in a tight line, his expression conflicted. His hand drifted up, fingertips barely grazing her cheek, lingering near her mouth.

Suddenly, Watts snatched his hand away, as if waking from a trance. For a split second, a strange emotion flickered through him.

He felt ridiculous.

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