From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 381

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Tyrone sent his last message, and his body gave out as if every ounce of life had drained away.

Blood pooled around him, dark and glossy in some spots, fresh and wet in others. Not far from him, a bottle of pills lay on its side, its contents scattered across the floor like bits of broken light.

His right hand stayed clenched tight. A sharp edge had pierced his palm, and blood dripped from it, slow and steady, forming tiny trails down his wrist.

His expression was calm, almost too calm, like he had finally found peace. But his eyes were lifeless, staring at the ceiling without focus.

His breathing came in shallow, uneven pulls, yet the tears wouldn’t stop falling.

He kept his eyes open, and in his mind, there was only Aella.

He saw her as a child, soft and chubby, laughter spilling from her lips as she chased him through the yard.

When she couldn’t catch him, she’d plop down on the floor, fake a cry, and wait for him to turn around and lift her

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As she grew older, she still followed him everywhere.

When she called his name, her voice sounded like honey melting in the sun.

When he ignored her, she’d pout and make a scene until he caved, every time.

Then one day, her gaze changed. Her eyes carried the spark of first love, innocent yet dangerous.

She stayed close, fearless, teasing him with quick touches or sudden kisses that left him frozen.

And when other girls came too close, she’d smirk and say, “Stay back. He’s going to marry me when we grow up.”

When he finally asked her to marry him, her world had stopped.

He could still see the disbelief in her eyes, the tears spilling as she kept asking, “Even now? Even though my family lost everything?”

After their wedding, she changed again. Her wild edges softened. She became gentle, thoughtful, a quiet warmth that filled every corner of his life. He did not notice that.

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Chapter 381 Bloody

Her smile was like sunlight after a storm.

She’d always say, “I love you more than I love myself.”

She had promised she’d never walk away, no matter what happened.

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But in the end, she did.

She left without hesitation, without a single glance behind her.

He was the one who crushed that love, who erased her laughter, who tore her happiness apart piece by piece.

Now she was someone new. Confident. Beautiful. Untouchable.

She stood in her own light, surrounded by people who admired her. People stronger than him. People worthy of her. There was no longer a place for him in her life.

Tyrone shut his eyes. Tears slid down, soaking into the floor beneath him.

He had always thought love was fake, something people made up to fill the emptiness inside them.

But what Aella gave him had been real. It had burned bright enough to light his entire world.

Now he finally understood what love was. What happiness meant.

But it was too late.

Regret tore through him, raw and endless.

His lips moved, barely forming the words. “Aella, if I ever get another life, I’ll keep myself clean. I won’t ruin it again.”

His voice broke. “Aella, I’m sorry. I love you.”

Then, at last, the pain slipped away.

The tension in his body eased, like the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders.

His hand opened slowly, revealing a bloody mess of flesh and crystal shards. The pendant’s fragments were buried deep in his palm, tangled with skin and blood until they became one. There was no telling where he ended and the glass began.

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