Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 448

Hatred.

Hatred surged, and Tyler’s eyes were cold, murderous.

Vivienne’s mind spun in chaos. How had Tyler found out she was faking depression? And if he knew about that, did he also know about her stomach cancer...?

She couldn’t bring herself to look at Tyler, terrified that even a glance would give something else away.

“Speak!” Tyler’s voice snapped beside her ear, sharp as a whip. There was a chill in it, and beneath that, a hint of deadly intent.

Vivienne’s heart skipped violently.

She’d never planned for this. All she could do was sob, choking out, “I didn’t! I swear I didn’t!”

Tearing the IV from her arm, she broke down completely, sobbing and wailing, losing all control.

“I didn’t do it!” she screamed hysterically, forcing herself to act as unhinged as possible. “I don’t know who’s doing this to me, Tyler! Someone’s trying to ruin my life!”

“Who is it? Emilia? Israel? Who else?” he demanded.

Vivienne just screamed in reply, her cries echoing off the hospital walls. For a moment, it almost looked convincing.

But Tyler only stood there, cold and unmoved.

“If you don’t believe me, Tyler, then just let me die,” she shouted, thrashing on the bed, threatening to bash her head against the wall.

Still, Tyler didn’t move. He just watched, eyes icy and unblinking.

Now what? Vivienne thought desperately. Was she really supposed to go through with it? Actually hit her head on the wall?

She hesitated.

“Go on, then.” Tyler’s laugh was low and cruel. “Aren’t you going to do it? Or is this just another performance?”

His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Vivienne steeled herself, ready to fake a faint by grazing her head lightly against the wall, when—suddenly—a knock sounded at the door.

Knock, knock!

Relief flooded her. Wiping her tears, she looked toward the door.

It was the same attending physician as before.

She felt a rush of hope, pleading, “Doctor, please, you have to help me, I—”

But the doctor’s face changed instantly.

“Vivienne, I can’t go along with this anymore!”

Tyler stopped the recording and held it up.

“What else do you want to say?” His tone was mocking. “Going to claim it’s a fake?”

Vivienne opened her mouth to protest, but in the end, no words came.

“Smart, for once—not lying again,” Tyler said coldly. “This is the original. They can match the voiceprint.”

“Vivienne, what else is there to say?” His voice was like ice.

Vivienne stared at him, knowing the game was up.

So she stopped pretending altogether.

“That’s right. I faked it,” she said flatly. “I never had depression. Not for a single day.”

In the next instant, Tyler’s hand clamped down on her shoulder, slamming her hard against the wall.

His eyes were bloodshot, jaw clenched tight.

“Why did you do it?” His voice ground out through gritted teeth.

Wasn’t she supposed to be the good, gentle one? Didn’t she say she only had six months to live, and all she wanted was to be with him?