From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205 Dream Life

Tyrone dodged the topic, and it left Aella speechless.

She shook off his hand. “Your business trip isn’t something you need to report to me.”

He didn’t let her pull away–just leaned in and wrapped her up, hard.

Finister

He buried his face against her neck, voice low. “You’re my wife. If I don’t tell you, who am I telling?”

He was holding so tight she felt queasy. Aella fought free, breathless.

“A real man should learn to share his love. If you’ve still got energy, head to Aunt Zera’s. Talk all night for all I care. I’m dead tired and going to sleep.”

She yanked the quilt over herself. “On your way out, shut the door.”

Tyrone studied her, his face going dark.

“I know you’re disappointed in me. But hear me out–Victor is hostile to both the Winters and the McCarthys. Don’t let yourself be used. Stay away from him unless you have to.”

Aella was unimpressed. “Victor is your uncle, not a stranger. What’s wrong with me being a little closer to him?”

Tyrone frowned. “He’s been overseas for years and has ties with international underworld circles. I’m just trying to protect you.”

She shot back, cool as ice, “Push me again, and I’ll try a little harder to become your aunt.”

His face went black. “Don’t you dare.”

Aella shot back, “You cheated, slept with another woman, and have a secret son. What’s stopping me?”

They stared each other down, air tight and heavy.

Tyrone’s breathing roughened; his chest rose and fell,

He held her gaze for a long beat, then abruptly turned and left.

The moment the door clicked, Aella slipped out of bed, bare feet on the floor, and flipped the

lock.

Early next morning, while Tyrone was on a call in the study, Aella slipped out first.

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Chapter 205 Dream Life

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A little after nine, he knocked and walked into her office.

He set a tray on her desk. “I’m boarding soon. If anything comes up, call me.”

She reminded him, “Your second mother–in–law is still lying in that hospital room. Not gonna look in before you go?”

Tyrone’s face visibly darkened.

Aella let it drop.

He stood there staring at her, feet drifting closer without permission.

Then, he pulled her into him, unguarded, and held on. “Aella, stop with the barbs. You’re the only one I have.”

A knock from the door–Noel. Tyrone let her go, regret in his eyes.

In all the years they’d known each other, they’d been apart plenty.

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Beauty ruins lives.

She clicked the TV off.

Back at the hotel, post–interview, Tyrone’s eyes landed on the calendar.

He’d been gone for over two weeks. There was not even one call or text from Aella.

Every time he rang her, he got the same two words: “At work.”

He told Noel, “Wrap everything fast. We’re flying home tomorrow.”

Weekend, Bluehaven Residences.

Aella dragged the poker table out of the lounge and parked it in the living room.

She and Brad were partners; Sayer and Victor partnered up.

Emma was clattering in the kitchen; Clyde played gopher–tea, snacks, chatter.

Aella drew a card, lips fighting a grin.

Life with money and no man–now that was the dream.

One word: awesome.

Sayer started to overheat. “Clyde, grab me a cold water.”

Clyde hustled it over. “Here, Sixer.”

Brad pointed at a lighter on the coffee table. Clyde passed it quickly. “Here you go, Brad.”

Aella tipped her chin at the coat on the couch; Clyde fetched it and draped it over Victor’s shoulders. “Easy there, Mr. Vic. Don’t catch a chill.”