Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 6

After replying, she set her phone down. A dull ache tugged at her lower abdomen.

She missed her father again.

It was the second time today she'd thought of him.

…

Meanwhile, on the internet, trending headlines kept popping up at the top of every feed—

#VivienneStomachCancer#

#FamedFloristVivienneCountdown#

#VivienneSmilesThroughHerFinalSixMonths#

…

The hottest topic read—

"…Reporters have learned that renowned florist Vivienne has been diagnosed with stomach cancer, with only six months left to live. Instead of letting it defeat her, she's chosen to openly share every detail of her final months online—a real-time diary of her countdown to the end."

In the video, Vivienne managed a sorrowful smile for the camera. "For the next six months," she said, "I'll be sharing my life with everyone online. My only hope is to offer some comfort to people fighting the same illness. I truly hope you all find your way through."

The reporter appeared on screen again: "According to our sources, there have long been rumors about Vivienne and Tyler Erickson, CEO of The Erickson Group. But Mr. Erickson is already married. Will this turn into a real-life love triangle?"

Vivienne seemed to catch the reporter's comment. Smiling, she walked over, politely interrupted, and took the microphone.

She looked straight into the lens.

"It's true, I like Tyler. There's nothing wrong with admitting that."

"He's remarkable. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels that way."

"But let me be clear—I would never be the other woman in someone else's marriage. That's my bottom line. Thank you."

…

With that, Vivienne exited the shot, leaving the reporter to continue.

As she wound her way through the crowd and slid into the car, a genuine smile finally touched her lips.

The "private nurse" hired by Solmaris sat beside her, offering a bottle of water with a hesitant look.

"If you have something to say, just say it," Vivienne said coolly. "The driver's one of ours."

Her smile sharpened. "Which option do you think works out better for everyone?"

The nurse's face paled, lips pressed tight. In the end, all she could say was, "I'm sorry, Ms. Vivienne. You've clearly thought this through more than I have."

Vivienne gave a short, cold laugh.

"Ms. Vivienne, where to now?" The nurse, eager to break the tension, changed the subject.

Vivienne, scrolling through her phone, answered absently, "Alden General Hospital."

The nurse tensed. "But—"

"It's just to grab a prescription for painkillers. Don't get worked up." Vivienne had already sent Tyler a message, asking him to meet her at the hospital.

Tyler's reply came almost immediately.

[Okay.]

At the same time, Emilia was in the hospital bathroom, clutching a wad of tissue in her trembling hand. There was blood on the paper. Pain throbbed low in her belly.

A threatened miscarriage.