From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362 Extra in Her Story

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In that split second of danger, Mason threw himself over Aella, shielding her with his body.

“Aella!”

Tyrone rushed to the scene and froze when he saw both Mason and Aella lying among the rubble.

Aella shook her dizzy head hard and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Tyrone’s worried face. “What are you doing here?” she asked weakly.

Tyrone looked down and said, “I was driving by and saw Mr. Fulford’s car parked outside.”

Aella didn’t think much about it. She struggled to push him away.

Police officers arrived right after Tyrone and began clearing the debris.

Tyrone noticed a deep cut on Aella’s arm. He bent down and tried to pick her up. to the hospital,” he said.

But Aella pulled free with all her strength and ran to Mason.

He was lying on the ground, unconscious. She didn’t dare to move him.

“I’ll take you

“Mason, wake up!” she cried, tears running down her face. “You still have a son to raise! Why would you risk your life for me?”

Tyrone stood there, watching her cry over another man in a loss. Something twisted painfully inside him.

Even without him, there was always someone willing to risk their life to protect her.

He stared at Aella, crying so hard she could barely breathe. His eyes burned red–with pain, jealousy, and despair.

“Aella, sob, sob.

“Daddy, sob, sob.”

Henry’s cries broke through the chaos. He stumbled out of the car, tears streaming down his face, and ran straight to Aella and his father.

Aella pulled the boy into her arms, holding him close to calm him down.

Tyrone tightened his fists, forcing down the storm inside him. When he finally spoke, his voice

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“The ambulance is almost here,” he said. “He’s going to be okay.”

But Aella didn’t even look at him. She stayed by Mason’s side, holding Henry close, calling Mason’s name again and again, desperate for him to wake up.

Tyrone stood beside them, feeling completely useless.

He wanted to protect her with his life–to make up for all the hurt he caused–but fate never gave him that chance.

No matter what he did, or how hard he tried, he was always too late.

There was always someone else standing where he wanted to be.

And once again, the cruel truth sank in. He was nothing but the extra man in her story.

Two paramedics climbed out of the ambulance and asked the family to help load Mason onto the stretcher.

Tyrone stepped forward and stopped Aella. “He’s still a kid,” he said, pointing to Henry, who was crying in her arms. “You take him in the car. I’ll go with the ambulance.”

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Aella met his eyes sharply, her face solemn and her voice cold.

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“When we were still married, you stayed away from home for more than a month to take care of the woman you loved. You didn’t think that was improper.”

Her words hit him like a slap. “I’m single, and so is Mr. Fulford,” she added. “Tell me, what’s so inappropriate about me taking care of him?”

Tyrone’s Adam’s apple bobbled, but no words came out.

He could only stand there, silent, his chest heavy with regret.

That one mistake–his betrayal–had become the knot between them that would never untie.

She reminded him, “In a few months, I’ll have known you 27 years. Out of respect for Virginia and Raine, I don’t want things to get ugly between us.”

She paused, then said quietly, “Don’t forget what you promised me on that island.”

The room fell silent. They looked at each other for a long moment–everything that once existed between them buried under the weight of things unsaid.

Finally, Tyrone forced out the words, hoarse and low. “Get some rest.”

He turned and walked out. As soon as he left, Aella locked the door behind him.

Tyrone stood in the hallway, staring through the small glass window in the door. Inside, Aella sat by Mason’s bedside, dipping a cotton swab in water and gently moistening his lips.

Her movements were soft and careful, every gesture full of quiet tenderness.

The sight felt like a blade twisting in his heart. His chest tightened, his breath came short, and his body trembled with the ache he couldn’t release.

They had known each other since childhood–over 20 years.

He knew exactly what she was like–stubborn, a perfectionist, someone who couldn’t accept betrayal, and someone who used to care about him more than anyone else.

So why had he chosen Zera? Why had he destroyed what they had?

Tyrone’s fist slammed into the wall.

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his arm. When he lowered his hand, a streak of blood marked the white surface.