From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 426

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 426**
**Chapter 426: The Gift**

Tyrone’s voice broke through the heavy silence, soft yet resolute. “Aella, please don’t cry. I promise I will respect whatever choice you make.”

In that moment, he felt a weight settle over him, an acceptance that was both liberating and suffocating. Whatever words fell from her lips, he would embrace them wholeheartedly; he had no other option left.

If they reverted to the simplicity of childhood friends, at least she would remain a part of his life. He could still see her, still stand by her side, albeit with a different title. He would dedicate every ounce of his existence to demonstrating that he truly understood the gravity of his past mistakes.

His heart swelled with a truth he could no longer deny: he loved her deeply.

“I swear to you, Aella,” Tyrone vowed, his voice steady, “as long as your happiness is my priority, I will do anything for you.”

Gradually, Aella’s tears began to ebb. The tension that had gripped her body slowly melted away, like ice thawing under the sun’s warmth.

This time, she chose to place her faith in him.

With a gentle voice, she said, “Tyrone, I truly hope we can all find a way to live well in this life. All of us together.”

Tyrone pressed his lips into a thin line, fighting back the swell of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

They shared a fleeting glance, their eyes locking in a moment of unspoken understanding, and exchanged a small smile. Yet, beneath the surface, each smile bore a different weight, the same tears glistening in their eyes.

Two hours later, Tyrone pulled up to Aella’s house, ensuring she was safely home.

As she unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to face him, her expression was earnest. “Tyrone, please drive slowly on your way back. Be careful out there.”

He watched her step out of the car, closing the door with a soft click. A pang of anguish tightened around his heart, a sensation so fierce it nearly stole his breath away.

His eyes were red-rimmed, tears shimmering like fragile jewels, and his smile twisted into a mask of pain and self-derision.

Yet, as he reflected, this wasn’t the worst outcome. At least she still regarded him as a brother.

She cared enough to remind him to drive safely, and that thought brought a flicker of warmth amidst the coldness of his heartache.

Once Aella stepped inside, she was greeted by the sight of her parents, Warren and Miriam, slumped on the couch, their faces etched with exhaustion. Clyde was sprawled out, fast asleep, a peaceful expression on his face.

A rush of warmth and guilt flooded Aella’s chest. “Dad, Mom, why are you still awake? You should be resting.”

She approached Clyde and gently shook him awake.

“You’re finally home…” he mumbled, blinking sleepily. He handed her the warm cup of milk he had been cradling, then trudged off to his room, seeking the comfort of sleep.

Aella felt a swell of affection for her brother.

Miriam looked at her with concern, her brow furrowing. “You must not have eaten anything this late. You should drink something to settle your stomach. I’ll have your dad heat up some food.”

Aella quickly interjected, “No, Dad, Mom, please don’t worry. I already had something to eat.”

Tyrone had been astute enough to recognize her low blood sugar earlier. When they passed a food stand, he had bought some snacks, slipping them into his pocket. On their way back, he had offered them to her, and she had nibbled a little.

Warren’s gaze was piercing as he asked, “Aella, what happened with Tyrone tonight? Did he give you a hard time?”

And the pink diamond ring? It was priceless, a treasure that held memories she couldn’t quite let go of.

Even though they had cleared the air and reached an understanding that evening, she simply couldn’t accept these gifts.

She needed to find a moment to return them, to sever the ties that still bound her to their shared history.

The pain Tyrone had inflicted still lingered in her memories, a shadow that would forever be part of her life. They could never return to the past, but in her heart, she resolved to place Tyrone in the same category as Brad.

By doing so, perhaps the pain would feel a little less acute.

She longed to live well in this life, and she hoped fervently that Tyrone could find his own path to happiness as well.

As the turmoil within her settled, a sense of relief washed over Aella, and she succumbed to the embrace of a deep, restorative sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, around four, Tyrone returned to Bluchaven, only to find Brad standing at his front door like a vigilant guardian.

The moment Brad spotted him, he straightened up, concern etching his features. “Why are you alone? Where’s Aella? Did it all fall apart? Did she reject you again?”

Tyrone shot him a frosty glare, a silent warning that shut Brad up immediately.

With a heavy heart, Tyrone opened the door, stepping inside and closing it firmly in Brad’s face.

Leaning against the entryway cabinet, he felt utterly drained, standing in silence for a long moment. His gaze fell upon the empty shoe bench, a stark reminder of what once was.

In their previous life together, this space had been filled with Aella’s shoes, each pair a reflection of her vibrant spirit. Her slippers, adorned with cheerful cartoon characters, had been cute and whimsical—so very her.