From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 422

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 422**
**CONTENT: +5 Pearls**

**Once Cast-Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen**

**Chapter 422: Zera Arrived**

How could someone as remarkable as Zera be so easily relinquished to another woman? It felt unfathomable, a cruel twist of fate that left everyone questioning the very fabric of their relationships.

Zera, with a heart full of hope, reached for Tyrone’s hands, yearning for even the slightest connection. But he recoiled, his body language screaming discomfort as he swiftly withdrew from her grasp. The suddenness of his movement caused him to inadvertently step on Brad’s foot, eliciting a sharp cry of pain.

“Ouch!” Brad exclaimed, his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere.

The onlookers exchanged puzzled glances, bewildered by Tyrone’s abrupt reaction. Aella, observing the scene unfold, could see the storm brewing within Tyrone’s expression. His face darkened, shadows of anger flickering across his features like a brewing tempest.

Zera, caught in the whirlwind of emotions, froze. Her hands hovered awkwardly in the air as she stared at Tyrone, shock etching itself across her face. The realization of his rejection crashed over her like a tidal wave, and tears began to spill down her cheeks.

“Tyrone, we loved each other, at least once! What does that mean now?” she cried, her voice trembling with desperation.

The crowd fell silent, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air. Everyone held their breath, caught between sympathy and the drama unfolding before them.

Raine, protective of her brother, rushed forward, her eyes blazing with indignation. “So you’re the one who made my brother fight with our parents!” she accused, her voice sharp as a dagger.

As she raised her hand, poised to strike, Brad intervened, grasping her wrist just in time. “Wait, Raine!” he urged, concern etched on his face.

Zera glanced at Tyrone, who stood like a statue, his demeanor cold and unyielding. His lack of reaction to her distress only intensified her anguish, making her sob even harder.

“Please, Tyrone, I need to talk to you alone. Can we step outside for just a minute?” she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion.

Aella couldn’t help but admire Zera’s audacity. In a single, desperate plea, she had highlighted the bond she once shared with Tyrone, a connection that seemed to echo in the depths of their past.

But Tyrone’s expression darkened further, a palpable warning radiating from him that urged everyone to keep their distance. His gaze bore into Zera, sharp and unyielding.

“Before I entertain your request, tell me—how did you know exactly where and when to find me?” he demanded, his voice low and menacing.

Zera’s heart raced, and for a brief moment, she was taken aback. The weight of his question pressed down on her, and she instinctively looked away, guilt washing over her.

“Tyrone, can’t we talk about this in private?” she implored, her voice barely above a whisper.

What was happening? Why did this scenario feel so different from what Julian and Daphne had described? Why was Tyrone treating her with such disdain?

Tyrone stood beside Aella, his eyes glued to her, absorbing every flicker of emotion that crossed her face. Without thinking, he instinctively stepped closer, reaching out for her hand, curious about her reaction.

Aella, ever the picture of nonchalance, casually lifted her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, effortlessly avoiding his touch. Tyrone’s hand lingered in the air for a moment before falling back to his side, his expression darkening further.

Virginia, sensing the tension, smiled at Zera’s plea. “Ms. Caldwell, you did save my son’s life, but you can’t expect him to repay you with himself, can you?”

The crowd murmured in surprise. “Oh, so she’s the one who saved Mr. Tyrone,” they whispered, the narrative shifting slightly in Zera’s favor.

Zera met Virginia’s gaze, but her confidence faltered under the weight of scrutiny.

Noticing Zera’s impending embarrassment, Aella exchanged a knowing glance with Kayla.

Kayla understood immediately and stepped forward, her voice smooth and reassuring. “Mrs. Winter, since she saved Mr. Tyrone, she isn’t a stranger. Today is Aella and Tyrone’s birthday. Everyone here is a guest. Let her stay for some cake before she leaves.”

As soon as Kayla spoke, Zera turned back to Tyrone, her tears flowing freely. “Tyrone, I risked my life to save you back then. I never expected anything in return—you know that,” she implored, her words tumbling out in a rush, almost tripping over themselves.

Tyrone glanced at Aella, then turned his attention back to Zera, his face betraying no emotion. “If you claim you aren’t seeking anything, then how do you explain taking 60 million dollars from my grandpa behind my back?”

The mention of the staggering sum left Zera momentarily speechless, her eyes widening in shock as she froze in place, unable to respond.