From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 364

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Tyrone’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice shaking.

He said, “I don’t deserve to live.”

Brad frowned at the crystal pendant in Tyrone’s hand.

He sighed. “Man, you need to throw that thing away.”

When Brad tried to grab it, Tyrone clenched his fist so tight his knuckles turned white.

Brad urged, “Tyrone, this thing is eating you alive.”

Aella had terminated her pregnancy but still made that pendant for him.

It wasn’t a keepsake. It was a curse, a constant reminder of what he’d done.

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Tyrone held it tighter. His voice trembled. “This is the only thing she left me. I can’t throw it away.”

Brad saw there was no convincing him and gave up.

Watching Tyrone’s pain, he hesitated before asking quietly, “Do you love Aella?”

Tyrone clutched the pendant tightly and stared blankly at Brad.

Aella had asked him the same question on that small island.

Brad watched Tyrone’s reaction and already knew the answer.

He said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you grew up under Edwin and your dad’s influence. Your idea of love and marriage is twisted.”

Brad continued, “They built you to think like a businessman–profit and loss, strategy and control. If you’d married some woman you didn’t love but who brought the right connections, you’d probably be living a perfect life right now.”

He leaned forward and added, “But you didn’t. You went and married a fallen heiress, a woman who’d lost everything. Aella loved you, but you didn’t love her. From the start, the two of you were doomed.”

Tyrone suddenly snapped.

He staggered to his feet, his breath heavy with alcohol. He shouted, “Then you tell me what is love?”

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His eyes burned red as he lost control. “Brad, let me tell you the truth! There’s no such thing as real love in this world!”

Brad wasn’t surprised by Tyrone’s outburst.

From childhood, Tyrone had been molded by Edwin’s strict lessons and Ralph’s expectations. He carried every quality a top heir should have–discipline, confidence, and a sharp business mind.

“I rented her a private beach, set off fireworks, baked her a cake with my hands, and stupidly posted it on Instagram,” he shouted. “But that was because she slit her wrists, Brad! She was out of her mind, begging me to do something–anything–to help her!”

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Brad stayed silent for a long moment, his expression cold and steady. Then he said, “You might be able to explain that post. But what about everything after that? The way you kept defending Zera and the way you kept hurting Aella? How do you explain that?”

“Yes!”

Tyrone snapped, his voice hoarse and desperate.

His eyes were horrifyingly bloodshot, his face twisted in agony. “I favored Zera! I went against Aella! I used underhanded tricks! I deserve to die for that!”

He stumbled back, clutching at the table for balance, his chest heaving. “I grew up with Aella! Don’t tell me I never treated her well!”

His voice broke again, and tears burned his eyes as he recalled their past.

“Since we were kids, I always found a way to get her anything she wanted, even if I couldn’t do it right away.

“When she wanted to go shopping, no matter how tired I was, I went with her. I couldn’t stand the thought of her walking home alone at night.

“When it rained and she said no one was there to pick her up, I ran three blocks through the storm, shoes soaked through, just to carry her home.

“When her family went bankrupt and everyone turned on them, my grandfather was watching every cent in my accounts. But I still risked everything; I embezzled money from the company to pay off their debts.

“And when I wanted to marry her, to give her a shoulder to lean on, I begged my grandfather for a whole day and night. He whipped me more than 20 times, but she never knew any of this.”

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