Chapter 368

Ethan Blackwood knew the moment "Chase My Lockhart" started trending on Twitter, it would draw attention.

Vivian Lockhart's curiosity was inevitable.

But he hadn't anticipated her reaction would be this swift.

The film hadn't even premiered yet, yet here she was, unable to resist.

So much for her grand exit—clearly, she wasn't as detached as she pretended.

Nathan Prescott strode into the CEO's office with a smug grin, slipping a folded note into Ethan's palm.

"Don't lose this," Nathan warned. "I've done all I can. If you still can't bring her back, that's on you. Don't come crying to me later."

Ethan barely glanced up from his paperwork, fingers tightening around the note. "What is this?"

"Your wife's location."

Nathan's excitement was palpable. "Remember that hacker who leaked the film? I tracked them down. They're operating from a private island. And guess who's there right now?"

His grin widened. "Your runaway bride."

Ethan's expression flickered—just for a second—before settling back into icy indifference. "Where she goes is none of my concern. Take it back. I don't need it."

Nathan blinked. "Are you serious? You had me monitoring her every move. You funded this damn movie just to lure her out. And now you're acting like you don't care?"

"I only wanted proof she wasn't as unaffected as she claimed." Ethan flipped a page, voice flat. "Now that I have it, her whereabouts mean nothing to me."

Nathan stared, dumbfounded.

This wasn't the reaction he'd expected.

He'd imagined Ethan would bolt the second he had Vivian's location. Instead, the man was acting like she was a stranger.

"You're lying to yourself," Nathan snapped. "Three months apart, and you're still playing this game? If you love her, go get her. At least try."

Ethan finally looked up, eyes glacial. "Since you're so invested, why don't you go yourself? The whole world knows we're over. If you want her, have her."

Nathan's jaw clenched.

He'd had feelings for Vivian once—fleeting, meaningless. But that was before he'd met someone else. Before he'd realized some lines shouldn't be crossed.

"Fine." Nathan snatched the note back, tearing it to shreds before tossing it into the trash. "Your loss. Don't come whining to me when you regret this."

He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

The office plunged into silence.

Outside, the city lights glittered against the night sky.

Ethan didn't move.

His fingers tightened around his pen.

Then—

Snap.

The pen broke in half.