From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 423

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 423**
**Chapter 423 Leaving the Birthday Party**

The peculiar stares from the crowd jolted Zera back to the present, pulling her from the whirlwind of her thoughts.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to Tyrone, a storm of emotions swirling within her. Grievance etched across her features, she struggled to contain the hurt bubbling to the surface.

“Your grandfather forced that 60 million dollars on me!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sorrow. “He used my family as leverage to threaten me. I swear, I never touched a single cent of it—whether you believe me or not!”

With a desperate cry, she covered her face, tears streaming down her cheeks as she fled the scene, her heart pounding in her chest.

In a moment of impulsive clarity, Zera directed all her frustration towards Edwin, casting him as the villain in her story before she hastily made her exit.

The spectators, witnessing her breakdown, began to murmur among themselves, their expressions shifting from confusion to understanding. They felt the weight of her words and found themselves sympathizing with her plight.

As she hurried past Aella, an instinctive urge compelled Aella to reach out, wanting to offer comfort or perhaps to stop her.

But before her fingers could graze Zera’s wrist, Tyrone intervened, grasping Aella’s hand and pulling her closer to him.

Their eyes locked in a silent exchange, a myriad of emotions passing between them.

Aella’s gaze flickered with uncertainty, while Tyrone’s expression darkened, a storm of anger brewing beneath his calm facade.

Brad, sensing the tension thickening the air, hurriedly stepped in to diffuse the situation. “It was just a minor incident, nothing to dwell on. Tyrone, Aella, why don’t you come over and cut the cake?”

With a firm grip on Aella’s wrist, Tyrone turned to leave, his determination unyielding.

Aella squirmed, trying to break free from his hold. “Tyrone, where are you taking me? We haven’t even cut the cake yet!” she protested, her voice rising with confusion.

Tyrone’s response was curt, his tone laced with frustration. “If you want cake, I can make it for you every day.”

His gaze flicked back toward Aella, and a sharp ache twisted in his chest, a reminder of the emotional distance that had grown between them.

From the very beginning, it was clear that Aella hadn’t planned to spend her special day with him.

With a sudden burst of energy, he quickened his pace and ushered her into the car, the door slamming shut behind them.

As they drove away, the remaining guests exchanged bewildered looks, grappling with the sudden shift in the atmosphere.

Whispers erupted among the crowd, curiosity piqued as they speculated about the unfolding drama. A few gathered around Raine and Brad, eager to uncover the truth behind the chaos.

Virginia, flustered and concerned, repeatedly apologized to Aella’s parents, her voice tinged with worry.

Aella’s parents, visibly shaken, urged Clyde to call his sister without delay, their anxiety palpable.

Daniel, taken aback by the unexpected turmoil at what was meant to be a joyous celebration, politely greeted Virginia and Aella’s parents before taking Aurelia and leaving the party early.

Brad, trying to salvage the evening, rallied everyone together. “Since we’re all here, let’s eat and have fun! Don’t let this ruin the party!”

As the clock ticked toward 15:32 on that fateful Friday, December 12, the atmosphere slowly began to shift back to a semblance of normalcy.

With Brad leading the charge, the party gradually regained its momentum, laughter and chatter slowly filling the air once more.

Virginia, meanwhile, took charge of the situation, asking Raine to drive Aella’s parents and Clyde home, while she dashed back to the Winter Estate, her mind racing with thoughts.

Edwin had clearly instructed someone to keep tabs on Zera, so why hadn’t he been informed of her return?

Then, without warning, Tyrone leaned closer to Aella, invading her personal space.

She instinctively pushed against his chest with both hands, panic rising within her. “Tyrone, what’s wrong with you?!”

He remained silent, smoothly unbuckling her seatbelt, his actions only heightening her anxiety.

The more Tyrone withdrew into silence, the more Aella’s unease grew, a knot tightening in her stomach.

In a frantic burst of emotion, she grasped the collar of his shirt, desperation lacing her voice. “Tyrone, talk to me! What are you trying to do?!”

Tyrone placed one hand firmly on the back of her seat, the other resting on her shoulder, his grip both reassuring and possessive.

The corners of his eyes glistened with an unspoken pain, and he fixed his gaze on her, searching for something within her depths. “What do you want to do?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

They held each other’s gaze, breaths coming in uneven bursts, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions.

Aella hesitated, her heart racing as she finally spoke, “I was just trying to enjoy my birthday. Suddenly, a woman appears looking for you, and you drag me away without even asking. What did I do to deserve this?”

In a past life, she and Tyrone had severed their ties completely, but in this existence, she had hoped to maintain some semblance of normalcy.

Yet now, it seemed that fate had other plans, and the fragile balance they had worked so hard to maintain was slipping through her fingers.

Aella met Tyrone’s intense gaze, silently imploring him to bridge the chasm that had formed between them.

They were so close, their breaths mingling, the world around them fading away as they simply stared at one another, waiting for the other to break the silence.