Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 251

They were supposed to be each other's unwavering choice.

But…

It hadn’t been long since the wedding before his heart had begun to drift.

She couldn’t believe that seven years together could be so easily undone by a few stolen moments between him and Vivienne Hargrave.

Just like that, she had lost.

Or maybe she’d never truly seen him for who he was.

She wasn’t sure anymore.

“Trust me, can you?” Tyler Erickson’s voice broke the silence.

Emilia Dennis lowered her gaze, drawing a deep, shuddering breath before speaking. “And what about Vivienne?”

Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “Tyler, how am I supposed to trust you?”

The air grew thick and still.

Emilia bit down hard, fighting to keep her composure.

After a few seconds, Tyler said quietly, “She only has five months left.”

“In five months, everything will go back to the way it was.”

Emilia laughed, tears streaming down her face even as she smiled.

“Tyler, do you really think I’m so pathetic that I’d just sit here and watch you be with her? That I’d say nothing and just quietly obey?”

She searched his eyes, desperate to find even a trace of something—remorse, love, anything at all.

Did he really believe she could simply stand by, knowing her husband was with another woman? Knowing he was willing to divorce her just to grant another woman’s dying wish? Did he think she could forgive all that, and then come back to him as if nothing had ever happened?

As if that ugly in-between had never existed?

Emilia almost said all of this out loud.

But the thought of tomorrow—of going to sign the divorce papers—held her back.

Tyler’s eyes flickered, as if he didn’t know how to answer. He closed them and slumped back against the seat.

He stared out at the rain, watching as Joyce McCarthy and her brother Felix, huddled under borrowed umbrellas, debated whether to come over and fetch Emilia.

“Five months.”

At last, he said, “Just wait for me five months. Then everything will be back to normal.”

Emilia said nothing. She just looked at him, the grief on her face sharp and clear.

It was obvious—he truly loved Vivienne.

Outside, Joyce and Felix finally made up their minds. They hurried across the lot, umbrellas in hand, their footsteps splashing through puddles.

Bang, bang, bang—Joyce rapped on the car window. “Are you two finished talking?”

“We’re done,” Emilia replied, reaching for the door handle.

Just as her hand closed over it, Tyler spoke again. “Emilia, do you love me?”