Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113 So Different

Aella’s marriage to Tyrone had always been about strategy.

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She’d been the one blind all along, hurting herself and dragging her family down with her mistakes.

They drove in silence the whole way.

Over an hour later, the black luxury car cased through the gates of Winter Estate.

Raine opened the door, rushing to hug Aella.

“Aella!” Her voice shook, tears stinging her nose.

Tyrone came around her side, took off his coat, and draped it over Aella’s shoulders.

Before she could pull away, he took her hand and led her into the living room.

Aella knew exactly what he was doing.

He wanted the family to see that even with a mistress and an illegitimate child, his marriage was untouchable. He wanted to prove that nothing could tarnish the Winter name or threaten the company.

He used her “compliance” as another layer of protection for Zera and Orson.

She followed him into the living room. Virginia stepped forward immediately, greeting them warmly.

Ralph’s eyes sparkled with pride as he looked at his son.

Ralph turned to Aella. “Now that you’ve come to your senses, just get along with Tyrone. Stop fussing over meaningless things.”

Aella kept her gaze lowered and stayed silent.

Edwin shot Tyrone a sharp look, then turned to Aella.

“Aella,” he said seriously, “as long as I’m alive, no one can shake your place as Mrs. Winter. Forget those other women–they don’t matter.”

Aella murmured politely, “Thank you, Mr. Edwin.”

But inside, she knew the truth.

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Neither Edwin nor Ralph cared about her. All that mattered was Tyrone and the Winter Group.

She was just a piece on their board. Useful when needed, disposable when not.

Halfway through the meal, Aella excused herself.

She couldn’t eat, and she couldn’t pretend anymore that this little act of family harmony meant anything.

Virginia followed her into the hall, pulling her aside. “Aella, think carefully about what I told you. Don’t get stuck in your own head.”

Aella smiled faintly, trying to comfort her. “Yeah, I’ve figured it out. Life’s too short–I’ll live it on my own terms, no matter what.”

She still had her family who loved her, friends who cared, and a career she could rely on.

As long as she kept moving forward, her life could still be amazing.

Tyrone appeared, setting a warm glass of milk into her hands. “What are you two talking about?” he asked casually.

Aella tightened her fingers around the glass. “Nothing,” she said quietly.

“Mom, Aella and I are heading home,” Tyrone said, nodding politely to the elders before leaving Winter Estate with her.

It was past 8 p.m. when they returned.

Tyrone hung up her bag, took her coat, and said casually, “I need to take a call. You go first.”

Aella ignored the glance in his eyes and went straight to the bathroom.

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In the marital agreement he’d drafted, there was one blunt clause: During their marriage, if one wanted intimacy, the other could not refuse.

Plainly put–if he wanted her, she had to comply.

Even though the lawsuit was dropped, he still kept the original papers.

He could use it against her anytime.

And since his affair was a matter of morality, not law, the evidence she held no longer had power over him.

A knock came at the door. Aella glanced down at her white bathrobe and opened it.

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Tyrone stood there in a dark robe, loosely tied at the waist, droplets of water sliding from his damp hair.

He grabbed her wrist and led her to the vanity, pulling out the hairdryer to dry her hair.

His long, clean fingers brushed through her hair, patient and gentle.

“I can do it myself,” Aella said, reaching for the dryer.

Tyrone handed it over, then suddenly bent forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing her against the counter.

Startled, Aella dropped the dryer with a sharp clang. “Tyrone, let me go!”

His lips brushed hers at the corner, his voice low and dangerous.

“Need me to remind you what’s written in that agreement?”

Late into the night, through the half–closed bathroom door, the flicker of light and the muffled sounds of movement and breath went on.

When Aella woke, it was already morning.

Every part of her ached–a painful reminder of Tyrone’s intensity the night before.

From bathroom to bedroom, back again, he had claimed her like a starving man, relentless.

Tyrone emerged from the dressing room, dressed perfectly.

When he saw her awake, he moved to brush her hair aside, but his phone rang.

He glanced at her, turned away, and answered the call.

Aella watched silently from the bed.

His suit was crisp, not a wrinkle in sight. The powerful aura of a man in charge was all over him -so different from the wild, reckless guy he’d been in bed last night.

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