From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340 I’ll Never Forgive You

Tyrone kissed her as he whispered softly, “Aella, don’t push me away.”

His voice was gentle, but his actions were rough.

Aella couldn’t fight back.

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Finished

The weight of their bodies pressed into the mattress, sinking it deep. Their uneven breaths filled the room with a heavy, stifling tension.

Just as Aella was about to give up struggling, her hand brushed against something familiar.

“Tyrone!” she shouted, holding it up in front of him.

Tyrone froze instantly.

That brief second of shock was all she needed–Aella shoved him off with all her strength.

Smack!

Her hand struck his face before she even caught her breath.

Tyrone’s head snapped to the side.

His

gaze

landed on Aella–her hair messy, her body covered in marks. He sobered up instantly.

He hurriedly wrapped a blanket around her, his arms trembling as he pulled her close through the fabric.

Tyrone kissed her forehead, his voice shaking. “I’m sorry. I lost control. I won’t touch you again. I promise.”

Aella curled up under the blanket, tears streaming down her face.

Through her sobs, she warned, “Even if you force yourself on me tonight, even if I end up pregnant again, I would still end it–just like last time.”

Tyrone’s heart twisted in pain.

He bit his lip, red–eyed and silent, only holding her tighter.

Aella’s voice hardened. “I’ll never let myself be tied to you again.”

Tyrone’s lashes trembled, and tears slipped silently down the corners of his eyes.

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Chapter 340 I’ll Never Forgive You

Finished

His throat tightened as he spoke in a low, broken voice, “Aella… is this really how you want to punish me?”

Aella spoke firmly, “My baby never got to live because of you. That’s the debt you owe me.”

At the thought of the child she lost, Aclla’s sobs broke apart into small, painful sounds.

She shouted, “Unless you die, I’ll never forgive your”

Aella cried.

Tyrone cried too.

The air in the room grew heavy, suffocating. The suggestive vibes from moments ago vanished completely.

Tyrone’s fingers brushed her tear–streaked cheek. He carefully wiped away the traces of her pain.

His voice trembled as he whispered, gentle yet hoarse, “Stop crying. Just lie down and get some sleep. I’ll go have a smoke.”

Why?

Why did it turn out like this?

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