From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379 Shave

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Tyrone shaved with focus, each stroke careful and neat. His hair was combed perfectly to one side, clean and sharp.

He had gotten a trim the day before. The sides were faded close, his look tidy and fresh, like he was trying to pull himself together.

He walked into the dressing room. The long table was covered in fancy gift boxes wrapped in ribbons.

It was Aella’s birthday. He wasn’t invited. He knew he didn’t deserve to be. Still, he wanted to look decent.

Aella used to tease him, saying his suits looked too stiff, too businesslike.

After their wedding, she had gone out herself and bought him a few that felt more relaxed.

He picked one of those now and changed into it.

In front of the mirror, he buttoned his cufflinks, tightened his tie, slipped on his watch, and tucked her crystal pendant into his pocket.

As he turned, his elbow hit one of the boxes on the table.

He bent to grab it, forgetting he was holding the pendant. It slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.

He stepped forward–and felt something crack under his shoe.

The faint sound sliced through the quiet room.

He froze. His body went rigid. Then he lifted his foot fast.

The glass around the small baby photo inside the pendant had shattered.

He just stood there, staring down at it. The pieces scattered across the floor like broken ice. His chest ached as if something inside him had split the same way.

Pain twisted through him, sharp and deep.

He hunched over, gripping the edge of the table for balance.

The taste of iron filled his mouth. Then blood spilled past his lips. His whole body shook, more blood following until it streaked down his chin.

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His vision blurred. His knees hit the floor hard as all his strength left him.

He couldn’t even tell what part of him hurt anymore.

His hands trembled as he picked up the shattered pieces. His eyes turned red as he tried to fit them back together.

The more he tried, the worse it got. His breathing quickened, his hands shaking harder. His chest burned with helpless anger.

He kept going, desperate, frantic. But the pieces refused to fit. The pendant would never look the same again.

He slid down to the floor, his back against the table leg.

He leaned his head back, eyes glistening. Tears rolled down silently, soaking his shirt collar.

It felt like even heaven had decided he’d suffered enough–and still wasn’t done punishing him. Aella’s last gift was gone too.

His stare turned empty. The light in his eyes faded to nothing.

He reached for his phone.

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