Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 127

"I've got a handle on the family business now, but there's still a whole mess of trouble outside."

"And that woman I'd been seeing for years? Out of nowhere, she decided I disgust her. Tried to explain, but she just shut me out."

"Sometimes, I wish I could be like you—just breezing through life, not giving a damn, treating everything like a game."

Owen's voice echoed off the walls of the private room.

Tyler lowered his gaze, watching the ice slowly swirl around in his glass of whiskey.

Treat everything like a game?

That didn't ring true for him, not anymore.

"…By the way, what's going on with you, Emilia, and Vivienne?" Owen was still talking, then suddenly turned to Tyler. "I've seen bits and pieces online lately, but I honestly have no idea what you're up to."

"Emilia and I are in the middle of a divorce. We're in the waiting period," Tyler replied.

"What?!" Owen sat up so fast he finally emerged from the shadows, his face a picture of shock.

"For Vivienne?" Owen stared at him, incredulous.

Tyler took a slow sip of his whiskey.

"Yeah," he answered quietly.

"Man, I don't get it." Owen instantly dropped his own complaints, leaning forward. "Weren't you and Emilia always good together? I remember you seemed pretty happy with her. Vivienne's barely hanging on—I thought you were just helping out of kindness… Besides, Emilia actually agreed to this?"

Tyler kept spinning the ice in his glass, refusing to meet Owen's eyes.

"She agreed. So now we're just waiting it out."

"That doesn't make sense!" Owen got to his feet and started pacing back and forth across the room, looking genuinely baffled.

"She's really willing to leave?" Owen pressed. "I remember once—some gorgeous client tried to throw herself at you, but you couldn't be bothered. The woman went straight to Emilia, acting all high and mighty, and Emilia just shut her down. Didn't she go days without letting you touch her after that?"

As Owen talked, Tyler remembered the whole mess. It had all been a misunderstanding—he'd had zero interest in the woman. He'd just been too exhausted that night to respond, but she took his silence as permission and went straight to Emilia to stir up trouble.

He still recalled the fury in Emilia's eyes.

She'd slapped a stack of documents in the woman's lap and told her if she didn't want to do business properly, she could get lost—the Erickson Group didn't need partners like that.

Tyler closed his eyes.

Seven years. She couldn't leave him.

Lately, she'd even learned to be patient, to swallow her anger.

Thinking of this, Tyler tossed back the rest of his drink.

They ended up drinking late into the night.

But for some reason, Tyler couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

Still, by the next day, he'd managed to shove it to the back of his mind and go about his life as usual.

A few calm days passed.

Until one morning, a headline exploded to the top of the trending list—

#Emilia drops off a child at school—the child calls her "Mom."#