Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 436

Tyler couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was bound to happen today.

Especially when his eyes met Theodore’s by chance—the chill in Theodore’s gaze made Tyler certain he was planning something.

Vivienne’s live stream had finally ended. Now, only Emilia’s stream remained on every screen.

The votes were in.

Emilia had won, without a doubt.

She didn’t linger, just ended the stream.

But now, the tangled triangle between the three of them was laid bare for the world to see.

Outside, a crowd of reporters had gathered, snapping photos and broadcasting live.

Tyler arrived by helicopter, only to find Theodore and Emilia announcing their relationship to the world—a true media circus.

Tyler stepped forward, wanting to say something, but Theodore just waved his hand. Instantly, security from the Glenn Group moved in, blocking Tyler’s path.

“Emilia,” Tyler called, his eyes fixed on her.

Theodore stood protectively in front of Emilia, regarding Tyler with icy indifference.

Nearby, the golden river shimmered.

Emilia stepped forward—not to face Tyler, but to address the audience of onlookers who had followed the drama from the start.

“The first three arenas connected the past and the present,” she said, her voice carrying over the quiet crowd. “Now, this river beneath my feet has two branches.”

Emilia stood atop the golden current.

“One leads to the future.” She lifted her foot and began walking toward another path. “And one leads to a cycle, repeating itself.”

She walked on, alone on the road.

Countless people leaned from the corridors on either side, watching Emilia’s solitary figure.

They watched as she made her way, step by step, into a sprawling field of sunflowers.

Emilia watched the flames leap instantly to life.

Of course—someone had doused it with accelerant. All it needed was a spark, and the fire raced upward.

Tyler, standing at the edge of the sunflower field, tried to rush forward, but Glenn Group security held him firmly in place.

The fire quickly consumed their clasped hands, then spread outward, eating away at the image, blackening and curling the edges.

Ashes, carried by a gentle breeze, drifted up—some still glowing—swirling through the air alongside Emilia’s loose hair.

The drone hovered, streaming every second of it live.

The flames devoured their joined hands, Emilia’s wedding dress, and the radiant, happy look she’d once given Tyler.

She was burning their past.

When the fire died down, only a small fragment of Tyler’s face remained in the picture.

Emilia herself had vanished completely.