Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Have You Calmed Down?

“It was me who called 911. Tyrone, he-”

Raine blurted out her words, only to realize too late what she had said.

Aella closed her eyes; all of her love for him was gone.

Of course. His first love had come back, and she brought along a five-year-old son.

Why would Tyrone care if she lived or died?

Her chest ached so badly that she pressed both hands over her heart.

Curling up, she whispered, “Virginia, Raine… My mom just had surgery. I don’t want her or my dad to see me in the hospital. Please take me home.”

Virginia quickly told her daughter to get the car ready. “The doctor said it’s low blood sugar and stress that made you faint. Resting at home will be easier. Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. I already called Tyrone and told him to come home quickly.”

On the ride home, Aella reminded them again. She begged Virginia and Raine not to get involved in her relationship with Tyrone.

However painful it was, she needed to end it herself.

Back at the house, Virginia and Raine stayed by Aella’s side the entire day. They gave her medicine, made her grits, and tried to comfort her.

But Tyrone never showed up.

She dozed on and off until evening, when she finally regained a little strength.

After much insisting, she convinced Virginia and Raine to go home and get some rest.

Alone at the sink, she looked in the mirror. In just a few days, she looked like a ghost of herself. Hollow, pale, worn down.

She brushed her teeth and set the cup back on the counter.

“Crash.” The cup shattered across the floor.

Aella slowly bent down and picked up a shard of the ceramic. The cup had once held a picture of her and Tyrone, smiling together. Now it was nothing but broken pieces.

She had ordered the set online for their first anniversary.

A couple of cups. The design was a selfie she had secretly snapped while leaning against Tyrone.

He’d said it was childish and refused to use it.

She had begged him for a week and cried all night until he finally agreed.

Her emotions, which she had been holding down all day, erupted again.

She hurled the other cup, then swept everything off the counter.

From the sink to the shower, she smashed whatever she could reach.

Fifteen minutes later, she collapsed onto the bathroom floor, completely spent. Around her lay broken glass, shards of ceramic, tangled towels, and even charging cords.

She lay there in the wreckage, sobbing-until the sobs turned into bitter laughter.

Aella had imagined countless futures with Tyrone.

But never this. There would never be a day when she was left like this.

So broken. So pathetic.

At the same time, inside the Winter Estate.

Virginia nearly exploded when she saw her son finally show up. “Tyrone, is this how you take care of Aella? She ended up in the hospital; do you even know that?”

Tyrone’s face stayed calm. “What did the doctor say?”

Raine glared at him. “The doctor said Aella fainted from low blood sugar and because of you making her upset.”

Tyrone only gave a short, cold grunt.

Virginia couldn’t hold back anymore. She hissed, “Your wife fainted at home, and you don’t even care? What kind of attitude is that?”

Tyrone brushed them off. “She’s fine. Don’t worry.”

She was faking it. He knew better than anyone.

Virginia tossed Aella’s test results at him. Tyrone glanced over them.

So, she’s learned new tricks.

The bedroom was quiet-no sign of Aella. Tyrone slipped off his suit, pulled off his tie, and loosened the top button of his shirt before heading to the bathroom for a shower.

At this hour, his wife was probably still at the hospital taking care of her mother.

Aella couldn’t even keep up her act all the way through.

Just as he reached the bathroom door, his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He glanced at the caller ID, stopped, and answered.

On the other end, Zera’s voice carried a hint of guilt. “Tyrone, you’re always busy with work, and now you’re running back and forth to the hospital for me. Please, just check me out. I’m almost fully recovered.”

Hearing her words, Tyrone’s tight face relaxed a little. “Listen to the doctor. Stay a few more days. When you’re discharged, I’ll take you and your boy shopping.”

Zera’s tone instantly grew excited. “Thank you, Tyrone. You haven’t changed a bit since six years ago. Go home and get some rest, okay? You’ve been working too hard lately.”

When the call ended, Tyrone set down his phone and headed into the bathroom to shower.

The moment he pushed the door open, his eyes narrowed. The place was a wreck, as if someone had torn it apart.

The light in the open shower still glared. His eyes darkened at the sight.

Stepping inside, he froze. Aella lay sprawled on the tile floor, face up.

A sharp jolt went through his chest. He dropped to his knees, lifted her upper body, and felt her skin-cold as ice. “Even if you’re upset, you can’t gamble with your health,” he said tightly.

Aella’s eyelids fluttered open. Her gaze was blank, lifeless.

Her lips moved without sound, and tears slid silently down the sides of her face.

Such a warm embrace.

Yet it no longer belonged to her.

With a grim face, Tyrone carried her to the bed.

She curled deeper under the blanket and refused to speak.

He went back to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he returned, he sat at the edge of the bed, tugged the blanket down slightly, and asked, “Have you calmed down now?”