From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 Cautious to the Bone

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Aella walked to the bed, grabbed her pillow, and turned to leave–but Tyrone blocked her way.

He took the pillow out of her arms, his voice low. “I had the bed in the next room taken out.

She froze for a beat. “If you’re taking this bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Her tone was firm. His face darkened.

Both hands gripped her shoulders, his eyes complicated–somewhere between restraint and pleading.

He said, “Aella, I know I did things you can’t forgive, but we’re still husband and wife. Are you really planning to keep living like this?”

She let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Tyrone, if I’d slept with another man and had his kid, would you still tell me, all calm and righteous, that we’re husband and wife?”

Her anger broke loose, hot and shaking. “You cheated. You keep a woman and a child outside this house. You refuse to divorce me, but won’t even let me lose my temper. I’ve already swallowed everything—what more do you want from me?”

He saw her unraveling and forced himself to bend.

He stepped closer, pulling her into his arms, his palm rubbing soothing circles down her back.

He said quietly, “Aella, I’ve already apologized. I deleted every contact with Zera. Can’t we just turn the page and start over?”

She shot back, “You think apologizing makes it all go away?”

They stared at each other in silence, air caught tight between them.

After a long moment, his tone softened. “Even if you can’t forgive me right now, we’re still married. And married people don’t sleep in separate rooms.”

He added, “I promise I won’t touch you. Not until you want me to. But sleeping apart? Forget it.”

Seeing that he meant it, she didn’t argue.

When Tyrone dug in, he was immovable.

Aella’s face hardened; she climbed onto the bed without a word.

He went to shower.

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12:56 Tue, Oct 21

Chapter 210 Cautious to the Bone

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Ten minutes later, the mattress dipped behind her.

Feeling his weight near, she closed her eyes, feigning sleep.

He’d definitely seen what she’d “set up” in the bathroom earlier.

If her guess was right, he’d come back to confirm it for himself–to see if she was really on her period.

Half–asleep, she felt his hand move tentatively across her side.

She didn’t flinch, waited it out, until he finally rolled off the bed. Only then did she exhale.

He was cautious to the bone. He must’ve noticed every detail she’d planted.

Lesson learned. She’d have to tread carefully for the next few days.

Late that night, on the balcony, Tyrone stood alone–his shadow melting into the dark.

The disappointment in his eyes was almost visible.

He smoked one cigarette after another, silent for a long time.

The next afternoon.

12:56 Tue, Oct 21

Well, damn.

Mrs. Winter is stunning.

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