Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 301

At Lunar Manor—

Tyler Erickson’s legs buckled beneath him, and he slid to the floor, staring blankly at the video playing before him.

His mind drifted to a memory: her gentle smile, the way she’d guided his hand to her waist, whispering, “Tye, I’ll take good care of myself. One day, we’ll have another baby.”

The child they’d lost in Cerulion was a wound neither of them could heal.

It wasn’t something they spoke about often. That pain had become a scar too deep to touch, a truth they both avoided. Tyler could only seek solace in her embrace, as if passion might somehow fill the void, as if a new child might make up for the one they’d lost.

He clung to that hope, obsessively.

Yet tonight, he’d even stolen the birthstone she’d wanted for their future child.

There was no child—at least, not yet—but that stone meant something different. It was a symbol, a promise.

What had she been thinking, bidding against him for that stone?

When Vivienne Hargrave sat beside him—when she watched him raise his hand over and over, climbing higher with each bid—did she feel the hurt as deeply as he now felt his regret?

Tyler’s head dropped, a single tear tracing a silent path down his cheek.

What else had he missed? What else had he done without understanding the cost?

…

Meanwhile, online sentiment had shifted almost entirely in Emilia Dennis’s favor.

The final round of the “Voice of the Divine” competition wrapped up with a flourish. The host took the stage and announced the results live to a roaring crowd.

Serena—Emilia’s stage name—had won, unquestionably.

As the trophy was handed to her, the stage erupted with special effects, a wash of dazzling lights painting her in gold. Confetti streamed down, turning the moment into a living photograph—brilliant, unforgettable.

Thunderous applause shook the auditorium; online, countless messages of congratulations scrolled by in an endless cascade.

Everyone seemed to be shouting Emilia’s name.

Emilia matched his professionalism, shaking his hand with a smile of her own.

“Thank you,” she replied. “I look forward to our future collaborations.”

“I’m sure we’ll work well together,” Theodore said, his tone warm but reserved.

There were no objections—legal teams had already reviewed the contracts, so all that remained was the formal signing.

Emilia added her signature. The documents were collected, and the sponsors nodded their approval.

Beatty, though clearly unhappy, managed to hide it. She’d known since learning Emilia was Serena that it was time to keep her head down. Second place still came with opportunities—she had to accept that and move on.

The contestant in third place hadn’t expected to win at all, so she was content with the small rewards she’d earned, beaming and carefree.

The only one who looked truly stricken was Vivienne.

Outside, a crowd had gathered. When they’d first arrived, people had been protesting Serena’s participation—now, the atmosphere had changed completely. The crowd was so overwhelming, Vivienne found herself dreading the prospect of stepping out at all.