How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 724

Ivan’s face drained of all color in an instant, as if a tidal wave had crashed over him.

—The Harcourt family and the Jett family set him up?

Even Elodie was momentarily caught off guard.

Back then, Ivan’s downfall had come out of nowhere. Thanks to his talent, he’d been thriving in the Harcourt Group, but trouble struck when one of his subordinates messed up. A massive hole opened up in the budget for a joint project with the Jett Group, and as the main person in charge, Ivan was the first to take the fall.

He’d been so arrogant in those days. Naturally, he’d made plenty of enemies.

Then, just before he was about to be taken in, disaster struck. His life was nearly on the line.

He’d been set up, blindsided—and that was when Elodie had stepped in, just in time. In the chaos, she’d taken the hit meant for him.

Ivan ended up in the hospital and then straight into custody.

As for Elodie, her injuries were severe; she spent a month in the hospital, unconscious for several days. She’d always been frail, even as a child.

When she finally woke up, Malcom told her Ivan had left town to lay low. She had no idea what really happened to Ivan—at least, not until Malcom pulled his own strings. When everything unfolded with Jarrod, Malcom finally bared his teeth. He threatened her with Ivan’s fate: if she didn’t play along, Ivan could forget about any chance at a reduced sentence.

She didn’t want to be anyone’s sacrificial pawn, but she had no way out.

Back then, it was Malcom she hated, not Jarrod. In her eyes, Jarrod was just another victim, and she felt guilty for dragging him into the mess. She tried to make their marriage work, wanting Jarrod to believe it wasn’t completely rotten from the inside out.

What she hadn’t expected was how deeply she’d fall for him over time—deeper and deeper, until there was no turning back.

And now...

The truth about Ivan’s case was so much crueler than she’d ever imagined.

He’d been furious, convinced Elodie was heartless.

That was why he’d immediately agreed to Queenie’s advances, promising her he’d be with her when he got out.

And after he got out... the resentment still burned. He’d gone out of his way to provoke Elodie, targeting her weak spots, lashing out at her again and again.

Elodie didn’t look at Ivan, but she did notice the way Jarrod’s fists clenched at his sides.

She was surprised Jarrod knew about the Harcourt and Jett families’ involvement. He’d never mentioned it before.

Sensing her gaze, Jarrod forced himself to calm down. He sat down, turning his back to Ivan. “You’re the last person who should be calling the shots here. Elodie isn’t some accessory you can boss around as you please, Mr. Harcourt. Frankly, you’ve got your own mess to deal with. Don’t disturb her rest.”

No sooner had he finished than Andrea entered, wasting no time. She grabbed Ivan by the arm, steering him firmly toward the door. “Mr. Harcourt, you’re not exactly welcome here.”