From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382 His Death

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Miriam reached for Aella’s hand, but the instant her fingers touched it, she froze. Aella’s hand was cold and stiff, her knuckles white, her fingers trembling like a leaf barely holding on before the wind could take it.

Miriam’s voice shook with fear. “Aella, talk to me. What happened?”

Aella stared at her parents. Her lips parted, but no words came. It was as if her throat had forgotten how to work.

Her parents exchanged anxious glances, panic starting to settle in.

Warren’s tone sharpened. “Enough of this silence. Tell us what’s going on, or I’m calling Daniel right now.”

He reached into his pocket, already pulling out his phone.

Aella quickly caught his wrist. “Dad, please don’t. I’m fine.”

Her voice trembled as she forced the words out. “It’s Tyrone. He’s dead.”

The words hung in the air like thunder before a storm.

Her

parents went still. They stared at her, both shaking their heads. “That’s impossible.”

Aella said, “He had a heart attack at home last night. They took him to the hospital, but… they couldn’t bring him back.”

Warren turned away sharply. His shoulders slumped as he let out a deep, hollow sigh that filled the room.

Miriam’s eyes welled up

almost instantly.

Aella’s chest ached as she looked at them.

Tyrone had hurt her more times than she could count, but he had grown up right under their roof. He had once been like family. Losing him broke them too.

But she could never keep that a secret from them.

She tried to comfort them, but her words came out quiet and shaky. When they didn’t respond, she turned and locked herself in her room.

By noon, Sayer came by.

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Miriam told him that Aella had been shut in her room all morning and hadn’t spoken to

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Clyde hesitated, his voice small. “On Thanksgiving, I saw him cough up blood. It looked bad. He told me not to tell Aella. He said he was sorry.”

Sayer dragged a hand down his face, his jaw tight. “Great. Just great. Now Aella’s birthday and Tyrone’s death will fall on the same day. What a damn gift he left her.”

No one spoke after that. The room was heavy with silence and grief.

Aella’s twenty–seventh birthday had become Tyrone’s death day. No one could have seen it coming.

Inside her room, Aella stood in front of the mirror in a plain white dress.

She listened to their voices outside, her expression unreadable, but her eyes shimmered with quiet pain.

Tyrone had lied to her twice. The first time, he pretended he was on a business trip when he was actually taking care of Zera.

The second was on Thanksgiving, when he swore he wasn’t sick.

She turned the handle and stepped out, her movements slow and composed.

Her tone was flat, almost emotionless. “It’s too stuffy in here. I’m going out.”

Everyone looked at her but said nothing. Their concern hung in the air, but no one dared stop her.

As soon as she left, Miriam whispered, “It’s cold out. Clyde, grab a jacket and go sister.”

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Sayer pulled a thin blanket off the couch and tossed it over his arm before tugging Clyde along.

Aella walked down the street outside the gate, her steps heavy and unhurried.

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