Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 311

“I know,” he said quietly.

He had never doubted it—not for a moment.

He just wanted to buy himself a little more time, to leave enough space to explain everything to her, properly, face to face.

“So.” Emilia’s voice trembled again, raw and sharp. “So you just want to torment me, is that it?”

She looked right at him. “You’re perfectly aware that if this goes to court, I stand a very good chance of winning. So you’re just stalling me, aren’t you?”

Tyler didn’t answer right away. He just stared at her, silent.

Everything she said was true—she could take it all away.

He really was stalling her.

It was just that he couldn’t let go.

He hadn’t read that agreement carefully, not that day. If he’d known she might have been planning her exit all along, he never would have signed it.

The hallway was so quiet, their words seemed to hang in the air. Finally, Tyler spoke.

“Emily.” He said her name softly.

Emilia didn’t respond.

“Did you plan on leaving from the very beginning?” His voice was low, almost breaking.

She still didn’t answer, but her silence told him everything.

“I know what happened with Vivienne hurt you,” he choked out, pain in his voice. “But I have my reasons—”

“Reasons?” Emilia barked out a bitter laugh, locking eyes with him.

Seven years. The child in Cerulion. The child she lost when she tumbled down those stairs. All of it, swept under the rug, just because of his so-called ‘reasons’?

Her right hand clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. She spoke each word with icy clarity. “Is that what I am to you? That worthless?”

Tyler had no idea how to answer. He could only look at her—helpless.

“One last time,” Emilia said, her eyes rimmed red, “are you going to give me what’s rightfully mine from the Dennis estate, or not?”

Still, he said nothing.

“Fine,” she said, her voice cold and final. “We’ll do it your way. I’ll see you in court.”

There was nothing left to say. Emilia turned her back and started to walk away.

The sound echoed off the walls.

He didn’t flinch—just looked at her, his eyes full of anguish.

SMACK.

SMACK.

SMACK.

Again and again, Emilia struck him, her eyes wet and blazing, teeth clenched so tight her jaw ached.

She hated him for the way he looked at her, hated his manipulation, hated her own helplessness—hated how he could drag things out and she could do nothing.

The sharp sound of her hand against his skin rang through the empty corridor.

She didn’t know how many times she hit him. His face was swollen, already turning purple and red, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, staining her trembling fingers every time she struck him.

He never moved, never tried to stop her, just stared at her through red, shining eyes.

When her strength was finally spent, Emilia’s hand was shaking so badly she could barely make a fist.

She didn’t say another word. She swallowed the storm inside her, refused to look at him again, and walked away, leaving him and everything else behind.