Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Money Talks

Tyrone never thought Aella would react this strongly.

He held her tight, refusing to let go, trying to calm her. “Aella, don’t do this. It’s not what you think.”

“Blarragh!”

Aella gagged.

Tyrone quickly carried her into the bathroom. She leaned over the toilet, retching.

He watched her reaction with a complicated look in his eyes.

Tyrone had been careful every time with Aella. There was no way she could be pregnant.

But she had always wanted a child with him.

Who knew what she might have done behind his back?

Just in case, Tyrone ordered a pregnancy test from the local pharmacy and had it delivered. He handed it to her.

“Go take it.”

Aella took the test from his hand.

So it was true-he never wanted her to carry his child.

He was always so cautious, so guarded, terrified she might get pregnant.

A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom and shoved the test kit back at him. “Don’t worry. Even if by accident I got pregnant, I’d take care of it. I’d never fight your first love’s son over money.”

Tyrone glanced at the test, then locked his eyes on her face, his brows pulling tight. “So you really don’t want to have a child with me?”

She wasn’t pregnant.

That sickness earlier-it wasn’t nausea. It was disgusting.

Aella found the whole situation was full of irony.

The truth was, he was the one who didn’t want children.

‘Let me know when you’ve got time,” she said flatly, heading straight for the door without looking back.

Tyrone tossed the test kit into the trash and blocked her way. “It’s pouring outside, and it’s the middle of the night. Where are you going?”

Aella’s face was numb as she glared at Tyrone. She bit out each word like it cost her everything. “As long as I can divorce you, I don’t care where I go.”

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Their eyes locked. “Are you sure?” Tyrone asked.

“I’m sure!” she snapped.

The suffering of these past weeks had been like living in hell.

The heartbreak of being betrayed by the man she loved had pushed her to the edge of madness.

If she stayed any longer, it would destroy her.

Tyrone let out a sharp breath, a sound that carried a strange, mocking edge.

Aella froze. “What do you mean by that?”

Tyrone’s eyes darkened. His voice was calm but cold. “Aella, do you really think you can divorce me?”

She stood rooted to the spot, stunned.

Tyrone shut the front door and pulled the suitcase out of Aella’s hands. He grabbed her wrist and started leading her toward the living room.

Aella yanked her hand back. “What did you mean by what you just said?”

He grabbed her hand again. “Let’s talk upstairs.”

She yanked her hand free. “I’m not staying here!”

Tyrone’s voice was calm as he reminded her, “Aella, we’re still married.”

Her emotions were hanging by a thread. She shoved him hard and bolted for the door.

Tyrone caught her around the waist, hoisted her up, and carried her upstairs despite her struggling.

Aella fought him all the way, but Tyrone carried her back to the bedroom.

He set her down on the bed, sweat beading on his forehead from the struggle. “You need to calm down. I need to take a shower,” he said.

Before stepping into the bathroom, Tyrone changed the door code so she couldn’t get out.

Aella sat alone, trapped, waiting for him.

She listened to the steady rush of water from the bathroom. All the strength drained from her body.

It had always been this way between them.

People called it a fight, but in truth, it was always her yelling, her breaking apart, while Tyrone stayed calm.

His voice never rose. His words never wavered.

He told her she couldn’t leave him-money made sure of that.

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mirror.

Tyrone fixed the pillows and blanket, then walked over and called out for her.

He reached for her hand and saw the wedding ring lying on the vanity table.

Without asking, he picked it up and slid it back on her finger.

She tried to pull it off again, but he caught her wrist.

“Aella, marriage isn’t a game. You chose to marry me. Divorce isn’t just up to you.”

Her eyes hardened, and she went all out. “I’m divorcing you. I don’t care how much my family owes you. I’ll pay it all back.”

He let go of her wrist and moved a few steps back, settling at the foot of the bed.

His gaze pinned her, his tone sharp with contempt. “And how could you manage that?”

Their eyes met each other. The question cut her deeply.

She had married him right after college, promising to be a stay-at-home wife.

For years, he had supported her, her parents, and her younger brother.

She had no income of her own, no way to repay the debt.

Tyrone stood and came closer, bracing one hand on the vanity and the other on the chair back, boxing her

“Aella, since you can’t see the truth, let me spell it out.”

His voice slowed, deliberate. “When your family went bankrupt, I paid off over 970 million dollars in debt. I bought your parents and brother a downtown penthouse worth more than 11 million. Every month, I’ve been wiring your parents a 100,000 dollars. And your brother’s private school? That alone costs me over a million each month.”

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