From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Why Do You Look So Pale?

Chapter 2 Why Do You Look So Pale?

Tyrone glanced at his phone, then at Aella.

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When she didn’t react, he quickly typed something back, locked the screen, and said flatly, “Get some sleep.

But sleep was the last thing Aella could do. Even with her eyes shut, that image replayed again and again— Tyrone, holding his son in one arm and his first love in the other. The scene burned behind her eyelids.

Her anger screamed at her to grab his phone, to make him tell her the truth.

But reason whispered that her mom had just gone through heart surgery. She was still in the hospital. This wasn’t the time for a divorce fight.

At three in the morning, Tyrone’s phone lit up again.

Ten minutes later, she heard the front door open, then the car start.

Aella opened her eyes. Just one text, and he ran out into the night.

That was how much power his first love still had over him.

She wanted to scream, to throw something, to fall apart–but she didn’t even have the strength for that

anymore.

All she could do was breathe.

The next morning, Aella forced herself to hold it together. She brought breakfast to the hospital for her

parents.

Her exhausted face startled them.

Miriam was awake, lying weakly in bed, IV tubes running down her arm. Her voice was faint. “Aella, honey… what’s wrong?”

Aella forced a smile. “Nothing, Mom. I just didn’t sleep much.”

Warren peeled an apple and handed her half. “The doctor came by earlier. Said the surgery went great. No complications. If the incision heals well, she can go home in a week.”

Hearing that, Aella finally felt a little bit of relief.

After helping her mom finish breakfast, she stopped by the doctor’s office.

On the way back, near the billing counter, she saw him.

Tyrone.

Even in a crowd, he stood out–tall, sharp–featured, with that cold, commanding aura that turned heads.

Chapter 2 Why Do You Look So Pale?

Their eyes met. He frowned slightly, then started walking toward her.

Aella glanced at the stack of receipts in his hand but swallowed her questions.

It was Wednesday morning. Around nine.

He should’ve been at the office, leading his weekly meeting.

But he was here. And she didn’t need to ask why–she already knew.

She wanted to confront him, but fear held her back.

She didn’t want to become that woman–the one screaming in public, the one everyone pities.

And she couldn’t risk her parents finding out.

So she stood there, silent, her chest twisting with pain.

Waiting.

Tyrone reached for the medical bills in his hand–then his phone rang.

He froze for half a second, pulled his hand back, checked the screen, and answered quickly.

“I need to take this. You go ahead,” he said, walking toward the elevators.

His voice dropped low. “Baby, don’t pout,” he murmured, soft and coaxing.

That gentle tone cut through Aella like a knife.

She rushed into the restroom and broke down. The tears came hard, unstoppable.

So he could be tender. He could speak sweetly.

He just never did it with her.

She’d known Tyrone for twenty–five years–and he had never once talked to her like that.

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When she finally calmed down, Aella washed her face, fixed her makeup, and went back to the hospital

room.

Her mother noticed right away. She sent Warren out on an errand, then reached for Aella’s hand.

“Aella,” she whispered, “did you and Tyrone fight?”

Aella dropped her gaze. “No, Mom. We’re fine.”

She had barely said it when the door opened–and in walked Warren, with Tyrone right behind him.

Miriam’s tired face brightened instantly. “Tyrone, you’re so busy with work, you didn’t have to come.”

Tyrone set the supplements on the table. “Mom, I arranged for one of the best cardiologists to take a look at you. Once you’re discharged, we’ll do a full follow–up check.”

Warren smiled proudly. “You’ve always been so thoughtful, Tyrone. We really owe you a lot.”

Tyrone’s eyes flicked toward Aella’s swollen lids. “Dad, we’re family. No need to be polite.”

When Aella tried to stand and give him her seat, Tyrone pressed her gently back down. “I’ll stand.”

She sat there, watching the warm little scene–her parents smiling, Tyrone laughing softly–and it made her stomach twist. It looked too perfect, too bright. She had to look away.

Three years ago, when the Reids went bankrupt, Tyrone had carried the whole burden. He paid their debts, got her parents back on their feet, sent her brother to a private school–and even followed through on the marriage contract to marry her.

Back then, she’d been naïve enough to think he must feel something for her.

But then she overheard him talking to his father after the wedding. That was the day she woke up.

He’d said that in business, character and reputation mattered most–and helping the Reids would give him both.

He was right.

Marrying her turned him into a model husband, the golden boy of the Winter Group.

That’s when she realized–she wasn’t the woman he wanted. She was just the convenient choice. The safe

one.

And the moment his first love came back, he ran straight to her.

When that woman gave him a son, Tyrone was over the moon. He completely forgot he even had a wife.

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