Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 106

Prunella hesitated for a moment.

She spoke softly, “Aella, your parents are getting older; your mom’s health isn’t great, and your brother is taking the SAT next year. If you decide to go head–to–head with Tyrone and burn every bridge, have you really thought about what it will cost? Can you afford it?”

Aella leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, running both hands through her hair.

She knew exactly what it would cost to challenge Tyrone.

But she had no other choice.

Prunella sighed. “Aella, you still have your parents, your brother, your friends, your career, your whole future. Throwing away your best years in prison for a man? It’s just not worth it.”

After parting with Prunella, Aella wandered the streets alone for hours.

Every word made sense–but she couldn’t turn back.

The invisible wounds, the sleepless nights, the suffocating pain–they were worse than death.

If leaving Tyrone meant losing ten years of freedom, she’d take it anyway, as long as she could escape that prison of a marriage.

Determined to see her case through, Aella reached out to Patrick herself.

Over the phone, he refused to take her case. He wouldn’t even want to meet her.

Before hanging up, he gently hinted that she should give up.

Aella didn’t argue.

She spent the entire afternoon going from one law firm to another–four, five offices in total.

Not a single lawyer dared to take her divorce case, or the criminal case tied to it.

The faint hope in her eyes slowly gave way to despair.

This is Vleka, Tyrone’s territory.

I should have expected it.

That night, the air in Vleka bit like frost.

Aella stood by the roadside, pulling her coat tighter around her shoulders.

“Aella!”

Raine had lowered her car window and called out.

Aella heard that and looked up.

During their conversation, she learned that Virginia had fallen ill, outraged and heartbroken over Aella’s arrest.

Brad had shouted at Tyrone over the matter and was now in a silent standoff with him.

Even Raine herself had nearly been sent overseas by Tyrone.

Anyone who tried to help her had been crushed under Tyrone’s control.

As Aella and Raine talked, Aella’s phone rang.

It was Warren, voice tight with worry. “Aella, come home now–your mother’s been rushed to the ER!”

Skye clutched Aella’s coat, crying miserably. “Aunt Aella, I wanna see my dad … please …”

So that is it. Josh’s daughter is sick with leukemia, and Tyrone exploited their desperation.

No wonder he was so calm–he knew Josh would never risk his daughter’s life by changing his testimony.

Seeing the weeping mother and child–thinking of her own mother in the ER, and Patrick, who didn’t even dare meet her–Aella turned and walked out of the ward.

In the corridor, she called Tyrone repeatedly, sending endless messages.

But there was no response. It was as if he’d disappeared from the world.

Blinded by anger, Aella couldn’t think clearly.

She went to Winter Estate, the Regal Club, and even Zera’s apartment complex, but Tyrone was nowhere.

Finally, out of options, she headed to Bluehaven Residences.

At I a.m., the elevator doors slid open. Tyrone stepped out,

He froze when he saw Aella leaning weakly against the wall outside his apartment, barely able to stand.

He stopped walking. “You looking for me?”

Aella had spent two sleepless nights in detention and another whole day racing across the city.

She was physically drained, weighed down by Miriam’s illness, guilt for Josh’s sick child, and anxiety over her own case.

The moment she saw Tyrone, exhaustion gave way to fury. Fueled by anger, she pushed off the wall and stormed toward him.