Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400 Cancellation

Edwin’s eyes turned cold as ice when he cut his gaze toward the butler.

The butler bowed his head and rushed out without saying a word.

Edwin turned to Ralph, his tone sharp. “She’s a fallen heiress. She was never worthy of Tyrone. Him canceling that wedding is a blessing in disguise. Tell PR to prepare a speech. The ceremony is off.”

Virginia stayed silent and turned her back to him.

In Edwin’s world, only the Winters name mattered. Only money and power.

The only reason he tolerated Tyrone’s defiance was because no one else could take his place.

She let out a quiet, bitter laugh and walked out of the room.

The next morning, Aella sat at the breakfast table with her family.

They were chatting about buying a house when the TV caught everyone’s attention. Tyrone’s face appeared on–screen, surrounded by flashing cameras and reporters shouting his name.

He spoke calmly into the microphones. “Because of our tight schedule on the Southeast Astoria project, the wedding is being postponed.”

When reporters pushed for details about his fiancée, he smiled faintly. “I love her very much. We’re doing just fine.”

He added, “Her identity will stay private until after the ceremony.”

Aella grabbed the remote and switched off the TV.

Her family sat in silence for a moment, then let out a collective sigh of relief.

Miriam glanced at her daughter. “That boy is something else. I’ll never understand you.”

Warren set his cup down with a firm tap. “You’re lucky he handled the mess without pointing fingers. Next time, think before you act. Don’t stir things up again.”

Aella nodded obediently.

She knew Tyrone had been reading a statement written by his PR team.

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He wasn’t protecting her. He was protecting the Winters‘ reputation.

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But it still worked in her favor. His arrogant father and power–crazy grandfather had never wanted her identity revealed before the wedding. They said a bankrupt family didn’t fit their image.

That decision ended up saving her a lot of trouble.

Her phone rang from the living room.

She answered Daniel’s call, exchanged a few quick words, then rushed out the door.

By ten that morning, she and Daniel walked out of the auction house together.

Aella’s steps were light, her face glowing with relief.

Daniel smiled at her grin. “See you Monday.”

She watched his car pull away and clutched her purse close.

Her mother’s jewelry had sold for one and a half billion and then some. Enough to pay back Tyrone, with plenty left to spare.

She had two more days before starting her internship at Hill Hospital. Tomorrow, she would move her family out of Tyrone’s house.

The next morning, they woke early and started packing.

The house was spotless, already cleaned by Tyrone’s staff.

They only needed to take their personal things.

Aella hired movers, and by noon, it was done.

Before leaving, she called a cleaner to give the house one final polish.

At their rental, the family unpacked until their bodies gave out.

By evening, they were wiped out.

Around seven, they headed out for dinner. They ordered beer and barbecue shrimp, laughing as they ate like there was no tomorrow.

Not far away, a black Bentley came to a smooth stop by the curb.

The tinted window rolled down. Tyrone sat inside, watching Aella. She wore plastic gloves, her hair loose, her cheeks glowing as she laughed and lifted her beer.

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His chest tightened. So this was what made her smile–a street meal, some cheap beer, a moment of peace.

Maybe happiness wasn’t complicated after all.

He adjusted his jacket and stepped out of the car.

“Over here, Tyrone!”

Clyde jumped up, grinning car to ear, and offered his seat without hesitation.

Warren waved for more utensils.

Tyrone glanced at the low stool and tugged at his pant legs before sitting beside Aella.

Her eyes widened. The shrimp slipped from her hand and landed in her plate with a wet thud. “What are you doing here?”

Tyrone’s eyes flicked to the bit of red oil on her lip. He grabbed a napkin and reached over to wipe it off.

Aella leaned back fast, avoiding his touch.

He pulled his hand back and asked evenly, “What brings you to the West District?”

Clyde opened his mouth, but Aella jumped in. “Clyde said this place was amazing, so we came here.”

She shot her brother a glare that screamed shut up or else.

Tyrone still didn’t know they had already moved out of his house.

She’d tell him tomorrow–after she paid him back and returned every gift.

Tyrone looked at her, his eyes filled with questions, but he didn’t push.

She had always been unpredictable.

Warren lifted his beer and offered it across the table. “Drink with us, Tyrone?”

Tyrone nodded. “Sure.”

Aella pressed her lips together.

He was too refined for places like this. The smoke, the noise, the greasy food–it wasn’t his world. And this place was open–air.

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He clanged glasses with Warren, but he didn’t touch anything. She grabbed a shrimp, dripping with spicy sauce, and held it in front of him. “Best thing here. Try it.”

Tyrone’s gaze locked onto her face.

She sighed, then flicked the shrimp tail into his mouth with perfect aim.