Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 454

With every message he scrolled through—one after another, from the very first to the most recent—Tyler’s grip tightened, his knuckles burning white.

*Is it cold on a rainy night? Not for me, because he’s here beside me.*

*He said I’m the one he cares about.*

And then, that last message—*He came to see me again.*

Each line cut into his heart like a blade.

Emilia had been telling the truth all along.

It was Vivienne sending those messages, goading her, provoking her again and again.

Hurting her.

And he—he’d been complicit, a silent accomplice.

All of this, it was why Emilia had fallen ill.

Crack!

Tyler’s fist clenched so hard, the phone screen splintered beneath his fingers.

A second later, he grabbed Vivienne by the collar and shoved her back against the headboard.

His eyes were bloodshot and wild, his whole presence dark and terrifying.

“You—” His chest heaved with fury, the words barely making it past his lips. “You were faking all along!” Tyler roared.

Vivienne flinched at his outburst but refused to back down.

“Why did you send her those messages? Tell me!” he demanded, his voice shaking with rage.

Vivienne trembled, but a twisted smile curled on her lips.

That smile only drove Tyler further over the edge.

“Vivienne!” he shouted, voice raw.

But she just kept laughing.

“Why?” Vivienne’s laughter spilled over, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Tyler, you’ve always known, haven’t you? I wanted you.”

“I was jealous of her. I didn’t want you two to be happy. I didn’t want you to care about her. I wanted you to divorce her, so I sent those messages.”

She shrugged, her voice chillingly casual. “It really is that simple.”

“Yes, sir.” Israel obeyed, closing the door behind him.

Now, only Tyler and Vivienne remained in the hospital room.

Vivienne’s phone lay discarded, its shattered screen glinting on the floor.

On the side table, a half-peeled apple sat abandoned, next to an IV bag swinging gently.

Vivienne grasped at Tyler’s hand, trying to pry his fingers off her collar.

He wouldn’t let go.

She laughed—broken, bitter—tears streaming down her face.

“Tyler, don’t forget. I took the fall for her!”

“That night—it was supposed to be Emilia, not me.”

“Could you really stand to watch your precious Emily go through what I did that night?”

“Tyler, all I ever asked was that you stay with me for half a year! No—now it’s only four months. In four months I’ll be gone, everything will fade like a bad dream, and I’ll take that secret to the grave!”

Vivienne’s voice was steady, every word pronounced with chilling clarity.