From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269 Everyone Has Their Own Specialty

After marrying Tyrone, Aella did her best to manage their little home.

She chose everything herself–from the cups to the entire style of the house.

She planted flowers by the front door and trees in the yard.

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She told Tyrone that this was the home they would live in together for the rest of their lives. She cherished it deeply.

But after only three years, everything changed.

They sat quietly in the car for a long time without saying a word.

Finally, Aella spoke, “I’m tired. I just want to go home.”

Tyrone looked at her for a few seconds, then started the car.

That quiet afternoon, Tyrone locked himself in his study and didn’t come out.

Aella went to her room and took a nap.

Even though they were in the same house, they didn’t speak at all.

At dinner time, Tyrone finally left his study.

He walked into the main bedroom and saw Aella packing her things.

He noticed her ID, their marriage certificate, and a stack of folders–all the documents she would need for the divorce.

Tyrone instinctively clutched his chest, his steps unsteady, and backed out of the room.

Aella finished packing and came out, only to find Tyrone’s study door shut tight.

She made herself some food, then went back to her room to rest.

On the outside, everything looked normal, but Aella felt anxious inside,

She wished it were already Monday morning.

Late that night, in the study, Tyrone stood alone in his study by the large window, smoking.

Empty bottles were scattered across the table behind him. The ticking of the clock made him

even more restless.

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Chapter 269 Everyone Has Their Own Specialty

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On the weekend, Aella woke up with nothing planned. She went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Tyrone came in, walked up to her, and said, “Let me help you.”

He reached for the eggs to fry them, but Aella turned off the stove and stopped him.

Tyrone grabbed her wrist and looked straight at her. “I just want to make breakfast with you. Is that so wrong?”

Aella took the eggs from him and sighed.

“Tyrone, I’ll be honest. I can’t eat anything you touch. And if you make it yourself? That’s even harder. It reminds me of the blueberry cake you made for Zera.”

Tyrone’s face darkened as he heard that.

He stared at her and said, “I know I was wrong. What can I do to make you forgive me?”

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