Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 452

They had a huge fight that day.

By the end of it, she was in tears, while all he felt was an overwhelming sense of irritation.

Desperate to escape it all, he turned on his heel to leave. She only called out after him.

“Tye, we’ve been together for years. We’ve survived so much together. In your eyes, am I really someone who’d fake records, lie to you, deceive you?”

Back then, he didn’t answer. He just grabbed his coat and walked out.

But as he reached the foyer, he heard the sound of shattering glass upstairs.

Later, the housekeeper told him—

“Ma’am’s hands were shaking badly. She couldn’t hold onto her glass, and it slipped out of her grasp.”

“She’s been sick to her stomach, but the doctor said there’s nothing seriously wrong with her physically.”

“Sir, ma’am’s been crying all day. She’s not herself. Maybe you should check on her?”

…

At the time, he thought she was just putting on a show, creating drama to make him give in.

But now…

Tyler stared at the words on the medical chart: *Somatic symptoms*.

Only now did he realize just how terribly, unforgivably wrong he’d been.

The truth was right in front of him.

It felt as if all the air had been sucked from the room—he couldn’t breathe.

He knew, deep down, that after her father died, she’d lost everything—gone from a sheltered heiress to just another ordinary woman. Even after Paisley married Absolon Foster, things only got worse; Absolon Foster had abused her for years.

When Absolon Foster ended up behind bars, Paisley’s relationship with her soured as well.

He knew all this. He knew she’d made him her only anchor, her only family, her only love.

And still, he’d betrayed her.

He didn’t even dare imagine what she must have felt after he walked out that night.

Maybe her whole world collapsed.

Tyler shot to his feet.

He stood so quickly his vision swam and darkened, but the image of that icon only sharpened in his mind.

It was like breaking the surface after nearly drowning—suddenly, everything made sense.

He threw open the door to Vivienne’s hospital room and strode inside.

Vivienne was typing furiously on her phone, firing off messages to Wyatt.

Wyatt had found her that doctor, and now that he’d turned on her, she was livid, bombarding him with angry texts.

She didn’t notice Tyler coming in; she assumed he’d already left.

It wasn’t until Tyler, eyes red and wild, marched over and snatched her phone away that she realized what was happening.

“Tyler, give me my phone back!”

She was using her secret account to message Wyatt—she couldn’t let Tyler see this!

She was always careful, deleting every trace after each message, but this time—she hadn’t gotten the chance.