Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 432

Emilia’s face was perfectly calm.

She looked straight at Vivienne and said, without a trace of mercy, “If your big debut stream was all about showcasing my former home—parading around the evidence of my past life just to make me uncomfortable—then you really underestimate me.”

She continued, “Honestly, I just find it pathetic.”

“I have no regrets about the choices I made, nor do I feel ashamed for having once loved the wrong person.”

She gestured toward two prop documents on the table.

“Just like this marriage certificate from back then, and the divorce papers now—everyone in Alden City knows my story. Why would I bother to hide it?”

Across the room, Vivienne had gone pale, her eyes rimmed red.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Vivienne stammered, her voice wavering. “Emilia, you’re reading too much into it. I’m just streaming here, that’s all.”

Emilia gave a soft laugh.

“Am I really?” she murmured, glancing at the camera.

“The timing, the location, the whole premise of your livestream—you chose all of it, didn’t you?”

Vivienne jumped in, “It was all just a coincidence.”

“Coincidence?” Emilia echoed, her tone dripping with disbelief.

The smile on her lips turned even more cutting.

She didn’t have to say another word—the chat was already exploding.

No one was buying the coincidence story.

After all, as Emilia pointed out, every detail was something Vivienne could have controlled.

Emilia’s product launch date had been announced well in advance.

But even if you could chalk the overlap in timing up to chance, what about the location?

Everyone remembered that Vivienne’s original stream was supposed to be held somewhere else.

And even if you gave her the benefit of the doubt—maybe the venue changed last minute, maybe there was some emergency—what about the way she panned the camera directly onto the wedding photo of Emilia and Tyler, still hanging on the wall for all to see? That was Vivienne’s doing, wasn’t it?

Who was the one who started the split-screen stream in the first place? Vivienne again.

Maybe one or two coincidences could be overlooked. But this many, all stacked together, plus actions that only Vivienne herself could’ve taken?

People Vivienne had wronged back on Voice of the Divine were now coming forward, airing their own grievances.

The scene was pure chaos.

Emilia paid no attention to Vivienne’s frantic attempts at damage control.

Instead, she simply smiled and turned to address everyone gathered for the event.

“Thank you for your patience. Let’s move on—the next stop is our final destination,” she said softly.

Everyone, having seen more than enough drama for one day, eagerly followed Emilia forward.

A gentle breeze swept through the room, flipping open the two prop documents in the photo frame and revealing their contents.

There were no dates or official details—just names, clear as day.

Emilia. Tyler.

On the marriage certificate, a bold, red stamp read: “Annulled.”

On the divorce papers, a different mark, symbolizing her newfound freedom.