Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 401

Once Cast–Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen

Chapter 401 First Experience

The second Tyrone took a bite, his face twisted like he’d swallowed a mouthful of lava.

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He started coughing, his eyes watering. Aella grinned. “If it’s that bad, you don’t have to prove anything.”

Tyrone’s pride kicked in. He frowned and forced the bite down anyway.

He coughed harder, grabbing his chest.

His gaze darted around the table, desperate for water.

Miriam rushed to pour him a glass. Clyde jumped up, holding out his own. “Here, Tyrone, take mine!”

Warren stood too, worried. “Tyrone, you know you can’t handle spice. Why listen to Aella? Don’t let her goad you into it.”

Aella was doubled over laughing, watching him suffer.

Miriam passed over her cup, but Tyrone reached for Aella’s instead and took a long gulp like a man dying in the desert.

Aella shot him a look out of the corner of her eye.

Warren patted his back. “Let me order something mild for you.”

Tyrone flinched when the pat landed. A sharp hiss slipped through his teeth.

Warren frowned. “What was that?”

yrone s ook his head. “It’s nothing.”

Warren didn’t push it and waved the waiter over to order a plate of plain shrimp. Aella ca that tiny twitch in Tyrone’s shoulders.

She knew exactly what that meant.

Yes, he managed to settle the matter quickly.

However, he hadn’t just been scolded for her calling off the wedding. His father and grandfather must have taken it out on him.

Same as before. Same as their last life. He did the same thing for Zera.

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She turned away, pretending not to notice, and kept peeling her shrimp.

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Tyrone put on a pair of plastic gloves and quietly started peeling shrimp for her instead.

Miriam, always the motherly one, called to the waiter. “Bring some aglio olio for Tyrone. He’s got a weak stomach.”

The waiter nodded and left. Clyde stood when the new dish came. “Put the mild shrimp here by my brother–in–law.”

Warren swapped Tyrone’s shot glass for a can of beer. “You’ve got work calls. Don’t drink too much.”

Across the street, a black luxury car sat idling under the streetlight. Virginia and Ralph were watching their son sharing a moment with the Reids.

Virginia leaned against the window, watching her son laugh softly with the Reids. “Now you see why Tyrone doesn’t come home for dinner anymore?”

Ralph’s face darkened. “He’s the heir to a billion–dollar empire, and he’s sitting at a roadside stall. It’s pathetic.”

Virginia’s laugh was sharp. “You married me for my family name and my father’s business. You never cared about love. And now you’re doing the same to Tyrone. You don’t see him as your son–you see him as your replacement, your insurance policy for the Winters‘ name. You never cared about his thoughts or feelings.”

Ralph’s jaw tightened. “He’s a man. His job is to protect the family legacy. That’s what matters. Not emotions.”

Virgin a rolled the window up. “If you keep treating him like a machine, Ralph, I swear I’ll divorc: you.”

Her son may have inherited the Winters‘ empire, but Edwin and Ralph still controlled every move he made.

Even his marriage wasn’t his own.

He was nothing more than a puppet wearing a crown. His father and grandfather were the puppetmasters, pulling the strings to keep their hold on power firmly intact.

And the simple chaos of that little barbecue stand–that warmth and laughter–that was the life he truly wanted.

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Later that night, Aella sat on her bed, surrounded by boxes.

Every gift Tyrone had ever given her was laid out and neatly labeled.

Her fingers flew over the calculator as she added up the totals.

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Her internship at Hill Hospital started Monday. Tomorrow, she’d go see him, return every gift, every cent, and the house keys.

But as she stared at the numbers, her thoughts shifted.

He’d already agreed to go back to being childhood friends. If she returned everything now, it would feel like a slap in the face.

She couldn’t afford to look petty.

Walking away with dignity mattered more than proving anything. She had to stand proud.

That was the kind of wisdom two lives had taught her.

The next day, right as the sun dipped behind the skyline, Aella stepped into the lobby of Winters Group.

Upstairs, Noel stood before Tyrone’s desk. “Mr. Winters, everything’s gone just as you said. Every family on the list cut their profits to keep working with us. They also signed statements promising to stay silent about Ms. Reid.”

Tyrone’s phone lit up on the desk.

He glanced down–and froze. Aella’s name appeared on his screen. His chair scraped against the floor as he jumped up.

She’d ignored him last night, refused his offer to drive her home.

And now, she wanted to meet him, asking him out for dinner.

By the time he reached the lobby, Aella was waiting near the glass doors.

The elevator chimed, and Tyrone strode toward her. “You could’ve called. I could’ve picked you up.”

Aella tilted her head, her voice calm. “You done with work?”

He nodded, eyes lowering to the loose shoelace dangling by her ankle.

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