From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344 The Last Promise

Aella’s face stayed calm as she spoke, “If you still care about the bond between me and your family, if you ever truly felt sorry for me, if you have any real remorse at all, let me go. Give me back my freedom.”

Tyrone’s grip on her arm slowly loosened. Aella gently pushed him away.

His face was pale, streaked with tears.

His eyes were red, wild, and unfocused, like he couldn’t see anything clearly.

His body bent slightly forward, as if the pain might make him collapse any second.

Aella took off the suit jacket and draped it over his shoulders. Then she walked back to the

room.

Tyrone stood frozen where she left him. His lifeless eyes filled with tears that rolled silently down his face.

He stood there for a long time, lost and helpless.

Aella didn’t love him anymore.

She didn’t want him anymore.

He had lost the woman who once promised to hold his hand for life.

“Spurt!”

Suddenly, he coughed up blood. The bright red splashed across the floor.

As Aella’s figure disappeared into the house, Tyrone’s body gave out. He slid down beside the railing, collapsing to the ground.

His empty eyes stared at the endless night sky. Pain twisted through him as he shut his eyes, letting his tears fall freely.

The girl who once loved him the most had left him. And she would never come back.

The dull ache in his chest spread through every bone. Tyrone curled up, clutching his chest, hitting it hard as if that could stop the pain.

The cold ocean wind swept across the balcony, drying the blood on the floor. It also woke Tyrone from his faint.

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Chapter 344 The Last Promise

He looked around, dazed, realizing he was still lying there.

His eyes burned red as he looked toward the bedroom. His lips trembled.

Slowly, he used the railing to stand up and steadied himself before walking inside.

Before the bedroom’s door, he stopped.

The door was half open, light still on.

Finished

Aella sat on the bed wrapped in a blanket, hugging herself. She stared blankly into space- small, quiet, and so helpless it broke his heart.

Tyrone took a step forward. His hand touched the doorknob, but then he froze.

He looked down at the bloodstains on his white shirt. His fingers loosened around the handle.

Aella was a clean freak.

Looking like this, she’d find him disgusting.

Tyrone turned and pressed his back against the bedroom door. His hands hung at his sides and trembled from gripping too hard. His knuckles were white. He felt like his heart had been ripped out.

He and Aella could never go

Not now. Not ever.

back.

Pain burned in his chest. He bit the back of his hand until the taste of blood filled his mouth. He did not want anyone to hear him cry.

Footsteps creaked on the stairs. Tyrone spun to face the wall so no one would see him fall apart.

and lowered his voice. “Mr. Winter, you should take your medicine,” he

Noel came up the steps said.

Tyrone leaned forward a little, his shoulders touching the wall. He fought with himself for a long time.

Finally he told Noel in a voice that was barely a whisper, “Book a flight. We leave tomorrow morning.”

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