From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139 Worse Than His Father

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Tyrone said. “My wife’s a doctor. She’s picky about skincare. She only uses clinical lines.

Silence on the other end. He hung up.

Back in the bedroom, Aella had already lain down.

Tyrone stood at the bedside and stared at the line of her back for a long time.

He didn’t say a word. He carried the empty cup out.

Night fell. He smoked alone on the balcony.

As far back as he could remember, his father had cheated and fathered a child outside; his parents‘ life had been endless fights.

Home was a battleground–airless, suffocating.

Back then, nothing scared him more than going home.

He’d once sworn that when he married, he’d stay loyal–to his wife and his family.

His parents‘ tragedy would never be his.

Now, he looked even worse than his father ever had.

Zera had been destroyed by his grandfather—for him.

To protect Zera and her son, he’d claimed the child, and that claim had cracked his marriage to Aella.

He’d thought two decades of Aella’s love would carry them through this storm.

Instead, everything veered out of his hands.

If he wanted a steady, lasting marriage, he had to use leverage.

He believed marriage had to be managed, like any business.

His parents were a business match and made it work without love.

If his father could do it, so could he.

Even if Aella hated him–temporarily.

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Chapter 130 Worse Than His Father

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“Mr. Tyrone, dinner is ready. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to the Estate,

Emma’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

He crushed the cigarette and went in.

At the bed, he turned Aella toward him. “Eat something before you sleep.”

She pushed at him, bristling.

Watching every flicker in her face, Tyrone said, “Aella, do I need to remind you what’s written in our marriage contract?”

She swallowed her anger and sat up. He bent and reached for her. “Can you walk?”

He didn’t wait for her answer; he lifted her straight into his arms.

He fed her dinner. He carried her into the bathroom to wash up. He carried her back to bed.

Aella followed every cue, obedient as a marionette with its strings held tight.

She knew exactly why–he just wanted her recovered fast enough to attend the Leadverse gala

tomorrow.

Fear shot through her–she trembled and fought. “Don’t touch me!”

Their eyes met. Color drained from her face; her breath turned ragged.

In her gaze, he saw it clearly: panic. Fear.

His chest stuttered. He let her go at once.

At 8 p.m. on the dot, Aella arrived at the Leadverse gala on Tyrone’s arm.

The chairman hurried over. “Mr. Winter, Mrs. Winter–welcome, welcome.”

Tyrone’s handshake was polite, all gentlemanly. “Mr. Townsend, you’re too kind.”

Holding Aella’s hand, he led her into the hall.

She watched the city’s power players flock to greet him and quietly slipped her fingers out of his.

Three years married, and Tyrone was the center of every room–she’d long since learned the choreography.

“Tyrone.”

A familiar voice cut through the crowd.

By the time Aella looked up, Zera was already standing in front of him.

People glanced at each other.

Hunter, amused, asked, “Tyrone, you two know each other?”

Tyrone turned his head toward Aella.

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Once Cast Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen