How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 530

The blow hit her so hard, it was as if her mind had shut down completely.

A cold, suffocating dread pressed in from all sides, leaving her feeling like she was drowning.

Everything that had happened lately felt like a disaster of biblical proportions for her and her family.

She couldn’t even understand how things had gone so wrong—just when it seemed like life was finally turning around, one crisis after another had come crashing down, each unraveling the fragile progress she’d made.

Now, she had no choice but to look for some other way out.

No one on the outside knew about the upheaval at Nexus Analytics yet.

The news about the misappropriated bonuses hadn’t leaked.

But inside the company, the “regime change” had sent shockwaves through every department.

Many people were well aware of the connection between Sylvie and Elodie. Now, with the tables turned, the pecking order was brutally clear—everyone knew exactly where they stood.

Sylvie hadn’t slept a wink all night.

This blow was worse than any she’d ever faced.

When Nexus Analytics called and told her to pack her things, she still hadn’t managed to get Jarrod on the phone.

She had no choice but to go in first.

To keep up appearances and hide how shaken she was, Sylvie applied an extra layer of makeup before leaving the house.

She walked into the lobby of Nexus Analytics.

She’d barely taken a few steps when footsteps echoed from the entrance.

Sylvie turned.

There was Elodie, leading a group of managers who crowded around her, reporting in respectful tones. She moved through them like a queen surrounded by loyal courtiers—everyone who looked her way showed open admiration.

By contrast, Sylvie stood alone, looking out of place and exposed.

Her expression shifted; her hand curled tightly inside her sleeve.

Elodie was heading upstairs—of course, she’d take the elevator.

Their eyes met.

Everyone nearby felt the tension.

If she didn’t cooperate with the transfer of shares, and things escalated to the courts, there’d be no coming back.

Every path, forward and back, was blocked.

Sylvie forced herself to stand tall as she went upstairs to collect her most important belongings, ignoring the stares that followed her.

On her way down, she hesitated, then sent Octavia a quick message.

—[Octavia, did your brother make it home last night?]

No reply.

Probably busy studying.

Sylvie drew a deep breath.

She decided to call Maurice instead. He answered, sounding tired and nasal from a sleepless night. “Maurice, are you free today? Maybe you and Jarrod could join me for lunch?”

There was a pause. “I doubt Jarrod’s free. He’s busy trying to contain the fallout. Even the bonus issue alone could jeopardize your spot in the competition. He’s got his hands full.”

Hearing that, the panic that had been gnawing at Sylvie finally eased—just a little.