From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350 The Cost of Letting Go

Vivienne smiled softly as her eyes swept around Tyrone’s office.

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Her tone was cautious. “Mr. Winter, if you really want to get back together with your ex–wife, I could help mediate between you two.”

Tyrone slowly stood up, his face hardening by the second.

His cold stare pinned her in place. “Ms. Guinevere,” he warned, his voice cold, “you’re crossing the line.”

Vivienne shrugged, pretending not to mind. “Sorry, I was just saying.”

Tyrone said coldly, “Ms. Guinevere, you’ve worked with me long enough to know how I do things. When I said I’d never marry again, I meant it.”

The air in the office tightened. In just a few minutes, the mood had shifted from polite to strained.

Vivienne sighed and tried to ease the tension. “Mr. Winter, don’t take it the wrong way. Maybe I overstepped. Your mother just spoke to me earlier; she wanted me to check on you.”

Tyrone’s dark eyes narrowed slightly.

Vivienne watched him carefully, then changed the subject again. “Your ex–wife is beautiful, ambitious, and kind. If I were a man, I’d probably like her too.”

She paused, her tone softer. “But we’re born into this world to love family first, before we love others. Since she’s chosen to move on, you should respect that. Think about the people around you.”

Tyrone’s patience snapped, and he cut her off. “Sounds like you didn’t hear a word I said.”

Vivienne didn’t flinch and spoke honestly, “I heard you. If you truly love her, don’t turn that love into her cage.”

His chest tightened like a blade had pierced straight through. He turned toward the door and said sharply, “You should go.”

Their eyes met one last time. Vivienne gave a quiet apology, picked up her bag, and walked toward the door.

But right before stepping out, she looked back at him.

“Mr. Winter,” she said softly, “you and I are more alike than you think. We both put family first

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and profit above everything else.”

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Tyrone met her gaze and replied and corrected, “You’re wrong. We’re not the same.

Vivienne gave a faint smile. “Maybe not now. But before your divorce, you were

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She lingered one more second, her voice calm but cutting. Otherwise, you and your childhood sweetheart wouldn’t have ended up going separate ways.”

Tyrone’s eyes stayed on her as she walked out. When the door thut behind her, he snapped, his voice low and sharp, “Close the door!”

Four assistants rushed to obey, quietly shutting it and lowering their heads, too afraid to look at

him.

Tyrone pressed a hand against his chest, the pain stabbing deeper. He opened a drawer, pulled out a bottle of pills, and stumbled to the minibar. His hands shook as he poured himself a drink.

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