Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 442

Every time Tyler let himself consider the possibility, he felt like he was going insane.

No. Absolutely not. He wouldn’t allow it.

His hand, resting at his side, started to tremble.

When he’d just come back from Highcrest, he hadn’t known anything. He’d been too numb to react, left only with confusion and anger.

But now—now, fear had crept in.

Real, bone-deep fear.

She’d actually agreed.

Even though she’d made things crystal clear, even though she’d started seeing Theodore right in front of him, Tyler had always told himself she was still his.

He’d secretly rented a place not far from her apartment, playing the voyeur, watching them when he could, making sure she was living alone, making sure Theodore hadn’t moved in—hadn’t crossed that line.

He kept telling himself: They’re just dating. As long as they’re not engaged, breakups are still possible.

But if they got engaged…

Seven years. All those things he’d never had the courage to tell her…

Suddenly, the image of her sleeping soundly next to someone else flashed before Tyler’s eyes, nearly bringing him to his knees.

He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself not to imagine it.

The car pulled into the parking lot of a tall building.

“Tyler, just got word—Theodore’s car is here. They haven’t gotten out yet,” Owen said, his voice trailing off at the end.

The car had stopped. The driver had left. Why were they still inside?

Was there something so important it had to be said in a parking garage?

Owen didn’t even dare look at Tyler.

Tyler’s face was unreadable, but there was a sharp crack—Owen glanced over and saw that Tyler’s grip had splintered the phone screen.

Owen sucked in a sharp breath. Tyler’s anger had actually cracked the glass.

Didn’t she worry what Theodore might do while she slept so trustingly beside him?

The thought drove a sharp, uncontrollable ache through his chest.

Theodore had just finished locking the car when Tyler tried to speak, but Theodore simply motioned for them to talk somewhere more private.

Tyler glared daggers at him, but after another glance at the car—at Emilia—he nodded.

He watched Theodore double-check the locks, making sure she was safe, before following him to the other side of the lot.

Theodore silently counted the steps, making sure they were well out of earshot, then spun around to face Tyler.

Tyler stared back, eyes cold.

Owen hovered nervously a few paces away.

And then, without warning, Theodore swung and landed a brutal punch to Tyler’s jaw.

“Tyler!” Owen shouted, rushing forward in shock.