How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 718

The sudden, suffocating silence in the room felt like a vice tightening around everyone’s throat. It was almost unbearable.

Elodie faced her suffering head-on.

She watched helplessly as her beloved grandmother and uncle turned deathly pale.

Not wanting her illness to become their source of grief, she forced a small smile. “It’s uterine cancer, but don’t worry. I’m getting good treatment, and I have one of the best doctors. I’ll… do everything I can to get better.”

Her words brought a breath of air into the stifling atmosphere.

Her grandmother, stunned, collapsed onto the couch in a daze, too shocked to even react.

Lucinda’s brow furrowed in disbelief.

Uterine cancer…

Didn’t that mean… Elodie might never have children?

But Jarrod was the only one who didn’t move.

All color had drained from his handsome face. His lips parted, but no sound came. It took several tries before he finally managed to choke out, “…When did you find out?”

Elodie met his gaze.

Only then did she notice his eyes—bloodshot, filled with a desperation she’d never seen before. Jarrod, who always seemed invincible, looked completely shattered. He still hadn’t let go of her wrist.

He was trembling.

He was terrified.

He was hurting.

Elodie forced herself to speak, steady and clear, despite the pain racking her body. “The day Sylvie Fielding returned to the country—the night you threw her that birthday party. That’s when I was diagnosed.”

Jarrod’s body jolted as if struck. His eyes went unfocused, and his lips turned ashen.

It was as if the last glimmer of hope had been snuffed out.

What had he been doing then? He hadn’t been by her side. No wonder… Elodie had never mentioned her illness to him after that.

Maybe, deep down, she’d given up on him completely.

In that moment, the world outside seemed to fade for Jarrod. His vision tunneled, a ringing in his ears drowning out everything else.

He couldn’t even forgive himself.