Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 451

“Tyler Erickson, we each have someone else we love now.”

“We have to keep moving forward—life doesn’t wait for anyone.”

“Don’t make the same mistakes as before. Don’t hurt the ones who care about you.”

And then, he remembered what she’d said on the rooftop garden during the charity gala, her words as gentle as the night air—

“Mr. Erickson, don’t show too much concern for people outside your family. That’s being unfaithful to her. She’ll be hurt by it.”

“Mr. Erickson, some people come and go and it doesn’t matter.”

“But there are others—once they decide to leave, they never look back.”

So, all this time, he’d been the one breaking her heart, making her miserable. She’d been so upset, so worn down that she’d gotten sick, yet she kept it all to herself, quietly seeking treatment, refusing medication because of their shared hope for that child.

Vivienne Hargrave only pretended to be depressed to gain his attention or avoid blame.

But Emilia Dennis—she was the one truly suffering.

If the records clerk hadn’t made that careless mistake, maybe he would never have known. Maybe she would have kept him in the dark forever.

While she was sick and in pain, what was he doing?

A bitter laugh escaped Tyler’s lips.

He’d been making it worse—deepening her pain, piling on the hurt.

In fact, she’d fallen ill because of him.

Tyler dug through old records, searching for the date Emilia first came in for treatment. He racked his memory, chasing back through time, desperate to remember what might have happened just before her illness started.

Something must have broken her—something that left her so raw and vulnerable she finally sought help.

“She sent me these messages, Tye. And you say I’m being unreasonable, but it’s because I keep getting things like this from her. Not to mention those photos people took—of you having dinner with her, always leaving together, and other things.”

Her eyes were red, her voice trembling as she pressed him, “Tye, my own husband is the subject of endless gossip, and the other woman has the nerve to provoke me directly. How am I supposed to just ignore it?”

“Emilia, I told you—I’ve been busy,” he snapped, barely holding back his anger.

But she wouldn’t let him walk away. She needed an answer.

At that time, Owen and his latest trophy girlfriend were having a dramatic falling out—crying, fighting, threatening. Owen had vented to him over drinks more than once.

And so, Tyler’s mind went somewhere darker.

“Emilia, are you making this up? Did you ask someone to send you these things—pretending they’re from Vivienne—just to corner me?”

“What?” Lost in his memories, Tyler now saw her face—so pale, so shocked, her eyes wounded beyond words.