From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123 I’ll Clean Your Wounds

After the holidays, she would start work at the Hills‘ private hospital.

Her family and her career–that was the last line she would not let anyone cross.

Tyrone’s gaze on Aella darkened.

So that was it–everything she had done was about keeping Edwin from interfering and stopping her from working.

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Ralph exploded. “You’re so ungrateful! You’re lowering yourself to earn pocket change? You’re just embarrassing us.”

Tyrone spoke firmly. “Dad, there’s no need to say that. I support Aella building her own career.”

Aella, standing beside him, didn’t so much as blink. His words didn’t touch her at all.

After a long pause, Edwin finally relented. “If she wants to work, let her. It’s good for young people to stay busy. We’ll honor your terms. But you’d better know your part at tomorrow’s press conference.”

At last, the tension in Aella’s shoulders eased.

She pulled out a voice recorder and spoke clearly, “Your word is your bond. I’ll keep this as proof. From now on, no one in the Winters can interfere with my work or threaten my family in any way. In return, I’ll fully cooperate in protecting the Winters‘ reputation.”

Edwin’s eyes flicked to the recorder, a brief glimmer of approval shining through.

As expected from a woman raised in a prominent family, she was courageous, poised, and strategic. Way better that woman from the Caldwells.

Once everything was settled, Aella and Tyrone returned home.

The drive was silent. Neither spoke.

As soon as Aella stepped through the door, Tyrone grabbed her arm. “What is it you really want?” he demanded. “A job? Something else? You could’ve just told me instead of resorting to tricks.”

Aella’s tone was icy. “I don’t trust you.”

From now on, whatever she wanted, she would fight for herself–using whatever means

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Chapter 123 I’ll Clean Your Wounds

That was the survival skill Tyrone had taught her.

Their eyes locked.

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Tyrone’s face darkened, his words low and heavy. “If you don’t trust me, then why come back at all?”

Aella let out a bitter laugh. “Didn’t you force me to come back?”

They stood in silence, staring each other down, until Tyrone finally released her arm.

“Don’t forget,” he said coldly, “we still have a marriage contract. Whether you like it or not, you’re back. And as long as you’re here, you’ll follow the rules.”

Aella met his gaze without flinching. “My family and my career are the last boundaries I have left.

“If I can’t even protect those,” she said flatly, “then there’s no point in living.”

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affair?”

By the end, Aella was shouting.

She couldn’t stand the way Tyrone could ruin everything and still act calm and innocent.

He always started the conversation, yet every argument ended with her screaming into the void.

She could never be as composed, rational, and cold as he was.

And she knew that they would never solve anything by arguing.

But she also knew she’d suffocate if she kept swallowing it all.

Even if she couldn’t escape this marriage, she would find a way to reclaim herself.

For a long moment, silence fell.

Both stood there, forcing their emotions down while struggling to breathe normally.

“I’m taking a shower,” Tyrone muttered and turned away.

Aella didn’t stop him, just watched his back disappear into the bathroom.

It was his habit–come home, shower, change, no matter how late or hurt he was.

She went into the main bathroom, washed up, and brought out the first–aid kit. Tyrone came out, shirtless, with a pair of dark lounge pants hanging low on his hips. Aella lifted the blanket and motioned toward the bed. “Sit down. I’ll clean your wounds.”

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