From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 248

Once Cast–Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen

Chapter 248 A Mother’s Words

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“Aella loved you. That’s why you were always the one in control. You silenced her, pushed her down, and left her too scared to even keep her own child.

“You always had the upper hand. You made every decision alone. Even taking in that kid who isn’t yours, you didn’t talk to her about it. You just did it, thinking she’d accept it. You think you control everything, even her.

“Tyrone, from the very beginning, what you had with Aella was never equal. No matter how long you hold on, you’ll never build a real marriage like that.

“Listen to me. Divorce her. Make it right. Give her what she deserves.

“If you manage to win her back, that’s your blessing. If not, that’s your payback.”

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Her words cut deep, replaying over and over like a wound that wouldn’t close.

Tyrone drove through the night, his mind heavy with her voice.

He would make it up to Aella. He owed her that much. But he wouldn’t let her go. Not ever.

A few nights later, Brad came back into town and gathered everyone for drinks.

In the hallway outside the restroom, Tyrone stopped Aella.

“Zera said she can’t get an appointment with you,” he said.

Aella looked calm. “She’s not someone I trust. I won’t treat her. I’m not giving her a chance to twist things around.”

Tyrone said nothing. Aella tilted her head. “If you feel sorry for her, I’ll help. But there’s a condition.”

Tyrone’s jaw tightened. “Say it.”

Aella’s tone was steady. “You divorce me. You give me that, and I’ll cure her.”

Tyrone’s face went cold. “Forget it.”

He stormed off a few steps, then turned around again.

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Chapter 248 A Mother’s Words

He met her eyes. “Aella, what if I told you there’s a reason I kept Zera around? Would you believe me?”

Aella let out a short, sharp laugh. “I’d sooner believe that there are such things as ghosts.”

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They stared at each other, neither moving. Tyrone’s hands clenched at his sides. He turned away again.

But after two steps, he came back.

He pulled a small box from his pocket and shoved it into her hand. “That pendant I got in Euravia. Take it. If you don’t want it, throw it out.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He just walked away.

Aella stood there, her fingers pressing against the box. Her nails tapped the edge again and again.

Then she took out her phone, sent Brad a message, and dropped the pendant into the trash before leaving.

Later, Brad came down the hall, saw the box, and picked it up.

That night, back in the private parlor, Aella smiled across the table at Brad. “I’m moving this weekend,” she said. “You and Raine should come by. We’ll open a bottle.”

Brad grinned. “Make it poker night. I’ll bring a few friends.”

Poker. The word made Aella think of Victor.

The next afternoon, in the garden at Webster Manor, Aella stood by Victor’s side.

He gripped the handles of his chair and slowly pushed himself to his feet. His arms trembled. She clapped quietly, her eyes full of encouragement.

Two rounds of therapy had worked wonders. He could now stand for over a minute. It wasn’t long, but it was enough to make her proud.

His temper had softened, too.

When he sat back down, she said with a smile, “Mr. Vic, I’m moving next week. Come play poker.”

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