Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 133

Emilia said nothing, and neither did Tyler. The two of them simply stood there in silence.

Bathed in moonlight, these once-intimate lovers now seemed to have an ocean between them.

Tyler studied her in the pale glow. Emilia's hair was pinned up, not falling obediently around her shoulders as it used to. Her perfume was different—no longer the familiar scent he'd grown used to. Even her shoes had changed: gone were the comfortable flats, replaced by delicate heels that clicked faintly against the pavement.

Tyler frowned. Late April was supposed to be mild, yet she was bundled up in a thin coat.

It struck him how much she had changed since they last met.

"Are you cold?" he asked at last, reaching out to touch her arm.

But Emilia stepped back, letting his hand graze her sleeve for only a fleeting second before slipping away.

His frown deepened.

Why did her coat feel so empty?

Had she lost weight?

He looked closer. Her face, always delicate, seemed even smaller now—so thin it made his chest ache.

Emilia pressed her lips together, ignoring his question. Instead, she took control of the conversation. "What do you want?"

Tyler remembered why he'd been waiting for her in the first place.

He stepped forward. "Who's that little girl?" he demanded. "I heard from one of the paparazzi that she called you ‘Mom.' When did you have a child?"

As he spoke, his gaze drifted instinctively to her stomach.

"That's none of your business." Emilia didn't answer directly.

But Tyler's patience snapped.

"Emilia." His voice was cold, her name sharp on his tongue. "We're not even officially divorced. And now you're telling me you have a child—that it has nothing to do with me?"

He had carried her out of the icy depths, blood trailing behind them. They'd gotten her help as quickly as possible, but it hadn't been enough to save their child.

He remembered how, afterward, she clung to him, her gaze locked on their adversary.

"You promised me," she'd whispered.

Their opponent nodded, wordless.

He could still remember that late autumn night: their child gone, Emilia wracked with guilt, sobbing in his arms as his own heart shattered.

After that, her health never recovered. For years, they made love, night after night, desperate and aching, but pregnancy never came easily again.

All this time, he'd longed for a child with her, tried to fill the void with passion—partly out of desire, partly out of regret, and partly because he simply couldn't let go of that hope.

What Tyler didn't know was that, after they married, she had become pregnant again.

But in the end, that child, too, was lost.