How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 723

Jarrod’s eyelashes trembled.

It was like a blade spinning in his mind, slicing through his confusion, jolting him awake.

He saw it now—it had been his own rushed, stubborn misinterpretation that made Elodie fall silent back then, not any resentment over his blame. The truth was, he never deserved her honesty.

"Elias told me," he said, lips barely moving. The words tasted bitter, self-mocking, the ache in his chest impossible to ignore.

Elodie didn’t look surprised. “Good. Then you probably understand by now.”

She knew there were some things she didn’t need to say—Jarrod would handle them himself. After all, the child wasn’t just hers.

Still, she hadn’t expected that when all was said and done, it would feel this easy to let go.

As for her illness...

“Come overseas with me for treatment. Please?” Jarrod’s focus narrowed to just her illness now.

He’d learned all the details, every grim prognosis and risk. It was more than he could bear.

He couldn’t, wouldn’t, let anything happen to Elodie—whatever it took, he’d make sure she had a healthy, safe future. He hadn’t earned her forgiveness yet, hadn’t given her the life she deserved. There was still so much time ahead; he wouldn’t let her face her pain alone again.

Elodie met his gaze, and she could see the anguish and regret in his eyes, so raw it made her whole body tense.

She exhaled slowly. “Dr. Warwick is great. We’ve already discussed my treatment plan. He’s an oncologist—just as good as anyone else.”

Jarrod wanted to say it—beg her to stop the conservative treatments, to just let go, to have the hysterectomy. But the words caught in his throat. He understood how hard it was for any woman to make that decision. Telling her that he didn’t care about having children wouldn’t make it any easier.

All he cared about was her.

“Cancer?” he echoed.

“What cancer?”