Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 4

"If we're getting divorced, let's keep things clear."

She said, "I'll only take what's rightfully mine from the Erickson family."-

"During the separation period, whatever we earn stays our own."

With that, Emilia picked up a pen and set it down beside the papers.

"If you don't have any objections, just sign," she added.

The deeper Tyler read, the tighter his frown became.

The standard contract was simple and direct—she really wasn't asking for much. Her signature, "Emilia Dennis," was already scrawled neatly in her column.

He couldn't make sense of it.

This was supposed to be a fake divorce. So why bother with the paperwork?

Vivienne only had six months left.

He simply wanted to stand by her through the end, remaining by Vivienne's side, just as he always had, under the watchful gaze of his grandparents.

In Tyler's mind, Emilia had always been the one who would never leave.

Her expectations were minimal.

He'd grown tired of her before, even pushing her to do things that made her forsake herself.

She never refused.

She'd even come to him in the end, offering up the results with a bright smile and say, "Tye, look! I did it. Aren't I great?"

She'd always been the perfect, obedient wife; seven years of marriage had proven that to him time and time again.

If it weren't for Vivienne, perhaps their marriage would have continued on, uneventful and undisturbed.

But…

He couldn't shake the image of Vivienne's pale, stubborn face the night she'd coughed up blood, the pain suffocating him all over again.

Tyler glanced at the car window.

In the glass, he saw Emilia's face—calm, expressionless.

Was she trying to blackmail him?

After all, she had once used forged records to frame Vivienne.

She hated Vivienne.

A cold, bitter laugh escaped him. He grabbed the pen.

Tyler signed his name in bold strokes. No one could threaten him.

She watched his car turn the corner and disappear.

Her own cab pulled up.

The two cars drove off in opposite directions.

One headed for Vivian's Flower Studio.

The other for Alden General Hospital.

Tyler pushed open the door to the flower shop. Vivienne greeted him with a gentle smile.

He handed her the divorce receipt. "It's done. She didn't make a scene."

Meanwhile, Emilia, holding her appointment slip, walked into the women's clinic.

She sat down across from the doctor.

The doctor drew the curtain closed.

"Emily, are you sure you want to go through with this?" Joyce McCarthy—her doctor and close friend—asked worriedly. "You've always wanted to be a mom. You even came to me for help before, remember?"

Emilia set the divorce receipt on the side table.

"Yes." Her voice was steady. "But I don't want the baby anymore."