From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387 Waiting

“What are you doing out here? You should be resting!”

Brad rushed forward, pulling off his jacket and wrapping it tight around Raine’s shoulders.

Raine’s eyes glistened with tears. “I called you so many times. You didn’t pick up. I thought you weren’t coming.”

Brad’s chest tightened. He drew her close, his voice low and gentle. “I must’ve hit silent by mistake,” he said.

“But listen to me. Wherever you are, I’ll be there. You couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried.”

Raine’s voice came out soft and shaky. “Your mom dropped off your stuff today. She said you should stay here. She said your brother and his wife can handle the Kellers.”

Brad blinked, speechless. “She really said that?”

That was his mom all right.

Throwing him out like last week’s trash.

Inside, the air felt heavy.

Virginia was falling apart. Every time she woke up, she cried until her voice broke. No one could reach her.

Ralph wasn’t doing any better. His freshly dyed hair looked forced, his suit too formal. He stood to greet guests, but his eyes were hollow, like a man made of smoke.

A week had gone by after Tyrone died.

Aella was at work when Tyrone’s aunt called. She asked if Aella wanted to go with Raine to the cemetery for the memorial.

Aella refused.

She had work to do.

Patients in the morning. A science program to film that night.

And deep down, she didn’t want to stand in front of that grave again.

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By the time she left the TV station, it was past nine.

The roads were empty, quiet under the dim streetlights. She drove home, the car gliding through the night. As she neared her neighborhood gate, her hands froze on the steering wheel. Tyrone was standing by the roadside. He was holding a small child, waving at her.

Her pulse jumped. Before she could blink, he stepped into the street. The child was still in his

arins.

Her instincts kicked in. She yanked the wheel hard.

A deafening crash tore through the night. Metal screamed against metal. The impact threw her forward.

The car jolted to a stop. Her head hit the window. Her vision blurred. Darkness closed in.

Before she slipped away, flashes of her past life flickered through her mind like shattered glass.

“Relax! You two look like you’re posing for mugshots, not wedding photos!”

Aella blinked. Her heart hammered as she looked around. In front of her, a bright sign read “City Hall Wedding Photoshoot Booth.”

What?

Her mind went blank.

She looked down. A white blouse. Then turned her head.

Tyrone stood beside her. He wore the same shirt. Tyrone?

Her whole body froze. They exchanged a look. Aella’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

She grabbed his wrist, staring at his watch.

The world tilted. She was back.

“Aella?”

His voice–familiar and calm–sent a jolt through her. She met his eyes. They were deep, steady, cautious.

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