From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 411

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 411**
**Chapter 411 We Just Don’t Get Along**

In the stillness of the night, outside the hotel, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Tyrone stood beside his sleek car, his offer to drive Aella and her parents home hanging in the air like an unresolved question. But Aella, with a firm shake of her head, declined the gesture, her resolve as solid as the pavement beneath her feet.

“Warren,” Tyrone’s voice broke through the silence, “your family is still waiting for you in the private room. You should go check on them.”

Warren nodded, his expression a mix of concern and understanding. He gently took Miriam’s arm, guiding her toward the street in search of a taxi.

Seizing the moment, Aella turned to Tyrone, her voice steady and clear. “Tyrone, did you not notice how your family behaved tonight? Isn’t it fair to conclude that we simply don’t get along?”

Tyrone’s gaze met hers, serious and contemplative.

“I’m truly sorry you and your parents had to endure that,” he replied, his voice low, laced with regret.

Aella shook her head, frustration bubbling beneath her calm exterior. “Ever since my family faced financial ruin, the divide between us has only grown wider. Your grandfather and father’s actions tonight were driven by their perception of what is best for you.”

Tyrone’s shoulders slumped slightly, his gaze falling to the ground, enveloped in a heavy silence.

Throughout his life, he had heard his father’s voice echoing in his mind: “Everything I do is for your own good.” Those words, meant to be comforting, now felt like chains binding him to a reality he wished to escape.

Aella pressed on, her voice unwavering. “You are the heir to a prestigious family, while I’m just an ordinary girl. Even my current job? I only secured it by asking a favor from my senior.”

She paused, taking a breath, her heart racing as she prepared to lay bare her feelings. “Forget about marrying you. I’m not even worthy of being your friend.”

“Let’s maintain our distance from now on. Less interaction is better for both of us—and for everyone involved,” she added, her voice firm, as if sealing an unbreakable pact.

Without giving Tyrone a chance to respond, Aella climbed into the taxi with her parents, leaving him standing there, a storm of panic flickering in his eyes as the vehicle drove away.

Later that night, Aella and her parents arrived at their new home, a modest dwelling that felt foreign yet oddly welcoming. Clyde opened the door, a bowl of instant noodles in one hand and the doorknob in the other, his expression blunt as ever.

“Did Tyrone not bring you guys back?” he asked, his tone devoid of pretense.

Miriam sighed heavily, her heart heavy as she ushered Aella into the living room.

The four of them settled onto the couch, the atmosphere thick with unspoken worries. Miriam’s eyes flickered with concern as she studied her daughter, who had been unusually quiet during the ride home. Finally, she broke the silence. “Aella, be honest with us. Do you think there’s still a chance for you and Tyrone?”

Aella met her parents’ gaze with unwavering clarity. “Dad, Mom, marriage isn’t merely about two individuals; it’s about the families that come together. We’re from entirely different worlds. Even if Virginia treats me kindly, and even if Tyrone is wonderful, you both witnessed how his grandfather and father treated me and us.”

She continued, her voice steady yet filled with emotion. “Since they’ve looked down on me from the very beginning, I can never envision myself being part of that family.”

Even when he finally arrived that night, his demeanor was different. He sought to mend the rift, offering no blame, no anger—only understanding.

In that moment, Aella had assumed his careful and humble approach was merely a façade, a strategy to uphold appearances and ensure the wedding continued.

Now, with the benefit of hindsight, she recognized how uncharacteristic that behavior was for him.

If he truly wished for her to relent, he had countless ways to compel her. There was no reason for him to humble himself in her presence.

Moreover, he had even gone so far as to protect her—a gesture so out of character that it left her questioning everything. At one point, he even proposed, and when she turned him down, he didn’t react with fury. Instead, he was willing to revert to being just friends.

Tyrone was a proud man, meticulous and ruthless when he chose to be. He was not someone who could be easily reasoned with or swayed.

As Aella settled into her thoughts, a chill crept down her spine.

She couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that clung to her. There were only two possibilities for his unusual behavior.

First, he hadn’t experienced a rebirth; he had simply reconsidered his approach and decided to be kind, keeping her as a backup while waiting for his first love to return.

Or second, he too had been reborn, just like her, carrying the weight of memories from his past life. His newfound humility and caution stemmed from genuine feelings—guilt, insecurity, and fear of revealing the truth.