Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 Let’s Divorce

Aella had stayed at her parents’ house for two days.

She glanced at the calendar. It was already mid-June, right in the rainy season.

When she walked out of the neighborhood, a heavy shower had just ended.

The storm had washed all the color from the world, leaving everything gray.

The air was damp and heavy, so thick it felt like her chest could wring out water.

She waited until Monday morning, after Tyrone left for the office, then came home to pack her things.

He was the one who cheated, not her.

Still, she didn’t know how to face him.

Whether they fought or stayed silent, the ending would be the same.

Better to leave each other a little dignity.

Back at the villa they had lived in for three years, Aella went straight upstairs.

The bedroom was the same as the day she left.

The grits Tyrone brought to her still sat on the nightstand. The quilt she had tossed back was still a mess.

Clearly, he hadn’t stayed here over the past few days.

Her mind betrayed her, picturing Tyrone and Zera together. The thought stabbed at her heart.

She stepped into the walk-in closet and pulled out a suitcase.

Aella packed only the clothes she usually wore and some underwear.

Before she married Tyrone, her family had already gone bankrupt. For the past three years of marriage, Tyrone had supported her. Nothing in this house was bought with her money.

Her eyes stopped on a white T-shirt with graffiti designs.

She froze, then took it off the hanger.

That summer, the year she married Tyrone, she had secretly flown to the city where he was on a business trip. She had begged him to take her shopping, and they bought this matching couple set.

A college art student had painted the design by hand.

She remembered the art student asking what kind of design she wanted. Right then, she kissed Tyrone in front of everyone and laughed, “My husband’s already handsome enough. Just make me look pretty, or else I won’t be good enough to stand next to him.”

1/4

When her shirt was finished, Tyrone said he had business to handle and refused to wait.

That’s why his shirt stayed plain white, with nothing on it.

Aella opened his closet, pulled the plain white T-shirt from the bottom drawer, and tossed it into the trash along with hers.

Three years. No matter how much she begged or teased, Tyrone never wore it. Not even once.

She froze for a moment, then picked up her phone and called in a cleaning crew.

The 6,000-square-foot villa was cleaned top to bottom.

Every trace of her was wiped away.

One of the cleaners hesitated, unable to stand it any longer. “Ma’am, should we throw away the wedding photos too?”

Aella answered with one word. “Yes.”

By late afternoon, she paid the cleaners and told them to take the trash with them.

Looking around at the wide, spotless rooms, she finally felt like she could breathe again.

She set her suitcase by the foyer and sent Tyrone a message on WhatsApp.

When Tyrone saw it, he didn’t reply right away.

Since she had calmed down and come home on her own, he decided to let the past few days slide, like nothing had ever happened.

Noel came in. “Boss, the car is ready.”

“Cancel tonight’s meeting,” Tyrone said.

“Yes, boss.” Noel didn’t dare ask more.

When his wife was missing, Tyrone hadn’t gone looking for her, leaving Noel stuck at the hospital for days.

But now that Mrs. Winter was back, the boss canceled everything to rush home. Turns out, he did care after all.

At the entrance of the office building, Tyrone was about to get into his car when Zera ran up to him through the pouring rain.

He opened the door and let her inside. “Why aren’t you home? What are you doing out here?”

In the back seat, Zera grabbed his sleeve, her voice steady. “Tyrone, I’ve been thinking. I should just leave.”

His face darkened. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Zera’s eyes showed worry. “Your wife is furious. If you don’t make peace with her, she’ll never forgive you.”

2/4

She paused for a moment, then went on, “You know… what I’ve been through these past years is the deepest pain in my heart. I don’t want people talking behind my back.””

“Maybe this is my fate,” Zera said. “We come from different worlds. Even if I love you enough to die for you, your family will never respect me. I don’t want to be a burden to you. I’d rather fend for myself than be targeted by your wife.”

When she finished, Zera pushed the door open and stepped out into the rain.

Tyrone jumped out of the car and caught her, his eyes full of concern. “What kind of nonsense are you talking about? As long as I’m here, no one will speak against you. No matter what happens, I’ll never abandon you.”

He forced her back into the car.

She sobbed and tried to get out. “I’d rather die with my son than have your wife call me greedy or call me a homewrecker,” she wailed.

Tyrone soothed her again. “Zera, trust me. I won’t tell her anything about you or your boy for her to use against you. I promise.”

Her crying slowed.

Half believing him, she asked, “What if you don’t explain and she asks for a divorce?”

Tyrone’s voice was steady. “Don’t worry. She won’t.”

There would be a scene, sure.

But divorce? Unlikely.

Zera’s tear-streaked face finally forced a small smile.

She wiped her tears, ignored Tyrone as he reached for her, opened the door, and climbed out.

“Don’t

worry about me. Go home and calm her down. I’ll be fine.”

Then she ran into the rain.

Tyrone watched her go, uneasy, and told the driver to follow her at a distance.

The driver hesitated, then spoke up. “But Mrs. Winter is still waiting at home.”

Tyrone’s eyes stayed fixed on the direction where Zera had run off. “She can wait. If Zera gets soaked in the rain, she’ll get sick.”

The driver swallowed the rest of his words and did as he was told.

More than two hours later, Tyrone finally returned to the villa he shared with Aella.

It was almost 8 p.m.

By then, three full hours had passed since Aella had texted him.

3/4

At the front door, Tyrone spotted the suitcase. His eyes darkened.

But when his gaze moved to the living room-the lights on, the TV flickering, and Aella sitting quietly on the sofa-his expression slowly eased.

He tossed his coat onto the couch and sat down beside her. Setting a small box on the coffee table, he said, “Your favorite chocolate truffles.”

He studied her face. She had lost weight. She must not have been eating well. “Did you have dinner?”

Aella blinked. Her eyes dropped to the box on the table.

In three years of marriage, this was the first time Tyrone had brought her food.

Her lips moved. “I’m not hungry.”

Tyrone leaned closer to kiss her lips. His deep voice carried a hint of suggestion. “If you’re not hungry, then let’s go upstairs.”

Aella turned her head away to avoid his breath and ignored the suggestion he made.

For three years, Tyrone’s way of making peace had always been the same-taking her to bed.

And she used to give in.

No matter how angry she was, she would spend one night with him, and it would all fade away.

But now, he was no longer clean.

She refused to sleep with him.

Reaching into her bag, Aella pulled out the divorce papers she had prepared, along with a pen. She placed them on the coffee table.

Her voice was calm but steady. “Tyrone, I want a divorce.”

4/4