Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 What You’ve Always Wanted

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Aella understood exactly what Brad was hinting at. “Brad, please… Don’t fight with him because of me anymore. I’ve figured things out.”

It was Tyrone himself who had burned away the last of her devotion.

She survived those endless days and nights that felt worse than death.

From now on, no one could ever break her again.

After a while, they returned to the hall, but Tyrone was gone.

Dana leaned in and whispered that he’d taken a call and rushed off.

Aella’s expression didn’t change. She knew immediately who it had been–only Zera could make him leave with a single phone call.

“Brad, I’m going home first,” she said calmly, walking away.

By the time she got home late that night, Tyrone still hadn’t returned.

She showered, changed into pajamas, and curled up on the couch, texting Clyde.

Just as she was about to head to bed, Tyrone appeared.

Seeing him walk straight toward her, Aella froze.

He bent down and draped a thin blanket over her shoulders.

“Why did you leave without saying a word to me?” he asked.

Aella frowned. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You left without a word and abandoned me at the event.”

His dark gaze stayed fixed on her. She cut him off before he could respond. “You don’t need to explain anything about her. I understand.”

Even trapped in this marriage, she didn’t want to hear about Tyrone and Zera.

Tyrone’s tone darkened. “I haven’t said a thing yet–what exactly do you ‘understand“?”

Aella lifted her head to meet his eyes.

“I understand that you and Ms. Caldwell love each other, but can’t be together openly.

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“I understand how much it hurts that you can’t bring your son home.

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“I understand your anger at your grandfather and parents, who refuse to acknowledge your own child.”

“Aella!” Tyrone snapped, his voice low and sharp.

Aella hesitated, then continued, looking him straight in the сус.

“And I understand that even though you love Ms. Caldwell, you have to face me every day. I bet you feel just as miserable as I do.”

Tyrone reached for her hand, but she jerked away.

She stepped back. “In public, I’m your legitimate wife. But between you, Ms. Caldwell, and me, I’m the one you don’t love. I’m the other woman.

“You don’t need to keep reminding me that you have a woman and a child outside this marriage. I know exactly where I stand.”

Her emotions started spilling over. Tyrone moved closer, trying to pull her into his arms, but she shoved him away with all her strength.

“You can go to them, love them, and be with them. I won’t cry, make a scene, or cause trouble. But stop stabbing me in the heart over and over—don’t tell me every detail of how much you love them. I’m human too. I have feelings.”

With that, Aella turned and retreated to the bedroom.

Tyrone stood frozen for a long time, unable to respond.

It was the first time Aella had brought up Zera so calmly.

There were no tears, hysteria, or threats.

He had always wanted her to understand–and now she did.

But instead of relief, his chest felt unbearably heavy.

Dragging his weary steps to the bedroom, he found Aella lying in bed.

The blanket was pulled up to her chest, exposing her delicate shoulders. Her long hair spread across the pillow, and even without makeup, she looked breathtaking.

He stood there for a long time, silently watching her, before heading to the bathroom.

When he emerged from his shower, Aella remained in the same position.

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He knew she wasn’t asleep, but her eyes were closed, her body wrapped in quict despair that pressed down on him.

Tyrone lifted a corner of the blanket and slid into bed, pulling her into his arms.

Aella kept her eyes closed, giving him no response.

He brushed her hair aside and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

That was when Aella finally couldn’t keep pretending.

She pushed against his chest, leaning back. “I’m tired. If you need someone, go to Ms. Caldwell.”

Tyrone shifted, pressing her beneath him.

His arms caged her in, his eyes locked onto hers. “Aella,” he said hoarsely, “I’m your husband. Do you really want to push me away like this?”

If she was angry, he could take it. He’d rather she fight than stay silent.

Aella braced her hands against his chest. “Isn’t this exactly what you’ve always wanted?”

The next morning, at the hospital.

Aella tried persuading her parents to move into the city, but they refused.

She understood why–they feared Tyrone might turn against her someday and make them look bad.

What they didn’t know was that she had already signed a prenuptial agreement with him.

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