From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 238

Cast Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen

Chapter 238 The Empty House

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Tyrone looked at his parents and said quietly, “I’ve failed Aella. I’ll spend the rest of life trying to make it up to her.”

Virginia’s anger flared. “You hurt her like this, and you still want her to grow old with you? Keep dreaming!”

Tyrone’s tone stayed calm. “Mom, if that day ever comes. If I lose even the chance to make things right–I’ll never remarry. I won’t have more children. I’d rather live alone for the rest of my life.”

When he finished, he walked out of the estate without looking back.

Ralph slammed the table, sending things crashing to the floor. “You ungrateful fool! We raised you, gave you everything, and this is how you repay us?”

Edwin was so furious he coughed up blood and fainted on the spot.

Virginia’s vision blurred. She nearly passed out herself.

Ralph shouted, his voice trembling with rage, “From now on, no one interferes with that unfilial son! Let him destroy himself if that’s what he wants!”

The estate was in chaos that night.

Around 3.30 a.m., a helicopter landed on the Winters‘ private airfield.

Tyrone leaned against the car, smoke curling from between his fingers.

He wore crisp black slacks and a white shirt with the top three buttons undone, the shirt hanging loose around his waist.

The night air was cold, but he looked calm and unbothered. Zera stumbled out of the helicopter, eyes red and face streaked with tears. She ran toward him, crying, “Tyrone!”

He turned slightly. She missed his embrace and fell hard to the ground, dust covering her face

and hair.

Desperate, she clutched the hem of his pants. “Tyrone,” she sobbed, “I almost didn’t make it! Your grandpa–he almost killed me!”

Tyrone’s voice remained cold and even. “If I could bring you back, I can guarantee your safety.”

He added, “I’ve prepared another apartment for you. Move there with your child. If you run into trouble, come to me–but only then.”

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Chapter 238 The Empty House

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Zera nodded through her tears, with a pang of fear.

Noel opened the car door for her, and she climbed in. Through the window, she saw Tyrone standing beside his luxury car, the smoke from his cigarette curling upward in the moonlight. His gaze flickered unsteadily.

Her heart pounded. She knew it―he still had feelings for her.

It had to be because of his status–he was a man from a powerful family, bound by rules and pressure from the elders. And since he hadn’t divorced that bitch, he couldn’t act freely. He had to keep his distance, to pretend there was a line he couldn’t cross.

Otherwise, Aella had lost her child, and his grandfather had thrown her out in a fit of rage.

Tyrone would draw the line with her. He wouldn’t have brought her back.

Yet, he did. Not only that, but he even prepared a new place for her ahead of time.

Men were all the same.

They always craved what they couldn’t have.

He realized something was off. Tyrone rushed into the living room. He found the main bedroom door stood open.

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The next day at noon, Tyrone went to the hospital to find her. Her coworker told him, “Dr. Reid took a few days off.”

At that very moment, across the city, Aella and her parents walked out of a newly developed villa area after paying the deposit.

Miriam and Warren both looked uneasy.

Aella tried to reassure them. “I was going to open my own clinic,” she said, “but Daniel talked me into joining his hospital. The department I work in is managed by the hospital, but I still get a good salary and a share of the profits.”

Miriam frowned, still worried. “Aella, you’re divorcing Tyrone soon. You’ll need money. We don’t have to live in such an expensive house.”

Aella smiled and shook her head. “It’s a villa, Mom. When the divorce is final, I’ll move in with you two. I’ll make the money, Clyde will study hard, and you two can relax–grow vegetables, play chess, take dance classes, and cook for us. We’ll live however makes us happiest.”

She added brightly, “Your daughter is capable of making good money now. You don’t have to

worry.

I’ll hire someone to clean the place, and by May, we’ll move in.”

Victor was Tyrone’s uncle.

Meanwhile, Tyrone had been trying to smooth things over between the two families.

Even though Victor had stood up for Aella, Tyrone didn’t want to turn it into a family feud.

With Victor involved, Aella’s plan for separation would finally work.

That night, around 10, at the Regal Club downtown.

Aella and Raine sat in the bar on the first floor. They’d called over four male escorts just for fun. Raine posed between two of them, snapping stylish photos for Instagram.

Aella, who couldn’t hold her liquor well, barely touched her drink.