Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 115

Once Cast–Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen

Chapter 115 The Model Husband

Aella recognized the black combination case immediately.

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In a flash, she realized–it was Tyrone. He’d bought back her jewelry at that absurd price.

She lunged toward him, hand outstretched.

But Tyrone stopped her calmly. “Hold on. I’ll open it for you.”

He led her into the locked storage area of the dressing room, set the case down, and clicked it open. Inside, the familiar pieces sparkled under the light.

Aella confirmed it was the same jewelry she had sold. She reached out, grabbed the case, and closed it.

Tyrone caught her wrist, cool as ever. Then he took the case from her hands and turned to lock it in the safe.

Her composure broke. “Tyrone! I’m back now. Give me that jewelry!”

He took both her hands and looked at her steadily, his gaze unreadable.

Finally, he said, “Aella, the 1.5 billion you got from selling it–consider that my gift to your parents. I redeemed the jewelry for you, but for now, it stays with me.”

Furious, she snapped, “That money came from selling my mother’s jewelry! It’s got nothing to do with you!”

Tyrone stayed calm. “But the money’s in your family’s hands, and I’m the one who bought the jewelry back.”

Her eyes flared. “You bought it, yes, but you didn’t return it to me!”

He sighed softly. “Aella, do you want to know why I’m not giving it back yet?”

She blurted, “Because you like controlling me! Because you’re a jerk!”

His face turned cold. “No. It’s because your body is here, but your heart isn’t.”

He held her gaze. “When you start acting like the real Mrs. Winter again, that’s when the jewelry comes back to you.”

Aella’s lips pressed together, her eyes stinging with tears.

Seeing her slowly calm, Tyrone leaned forward, pulled her into his arms, and slipped a key into

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her hand.

“This is the key to the downtown apartment,” he said. “Let your parents move in there.”

Aella pulled away, stepping back.

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She set the key down firmly. “My parents already have a place. If you really care about them, return the jewelry to the Reids.”

Tyrone met her gaze. “You’re my place.”

wife. It’s not right for your family to stay in a temporary

She looked away. “Tyrone, it’s just us. You don’t need to put on a show.”

His eyes darkened.

He pressed the key back into her hand, wrapping his fingers around hers. “Aella, I’m not asking. If you want that jewelry, do as I say.”

The warning in his voice was clear.

Aella gritted her teeth, holding back anger. “You’re so good at manipulating people–why not do it yourself?”

Tyrone’s tone stayed even. “Because you’re the one who should do it.”

Her knees went weak. All her strength drained.

She staggered back, steadying herself on the cabinet.

He wanted her to convince her parents to move into his property–not out of kindness, but to show she had no intention of leaving him.

He was using her to control her family’s opinion, using her compliance to quiet their disapproval.

Aella stood there, dazed, for a long moment.

Finally, she said quietly, “If you’re worried about your image, hire a housekeeper for my parents, get them a driver, and enroll my brother in a day school.”

Legally, half of Tyrone’s wealth was hers.

Since he could support the woman he loved and their son without shame, she would spend his money without restraint.

If they were destined for ruin, they’d drag each other down together.

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Tyrone smiled faintly. “We’re married. Taking care of your parents is my duty.”

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He stepped closer, resting a hand on her waist. “There’s a private jewelry exhibition tomorrow night. I’ll introduce you to someone.”

Though it sounded like a discussion, every word carried authority.

Aella gave a brittle, faint smile but stayed silent.

To Tyrone, she was just a prop–a display piece, no matter how she felt.

The next night, Aella wore a stunning evening gown, her arm linked with Tyrone’s as they made a dazzling entrance.

Tyrone, tall and sharp in a black suit, carried himself with the effortless confidence of the Winter heir. As they entered, all eyes turned toward them.

Together, they looked like the perfect golden couple, causing whispers rippling through the

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A young couple approached. The man smiled. “Tyrone, haven’t seen you at these events in ages.” Tyrone drew Aella closer and put his arm around her shoulders casually. “My wife was studying abroad for a while. I didn’t feel like coming out alone.”

Hunter Buckley whispered approvingly, “No wonder you’re the model husband in our circle.”

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