From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 429

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 429**
**Chapter 429 Lies**

Zera was on the verge of settling down next to Tyrone when his piercing gaze halted her in her tracks, a silent warning that sent a shiver down her spine.

In an instant, she straightened her posture, fear coursing through her veins like ice water. Panic gripped her, compelling her to retreat two hurried steps, and then she crouched low beside the couch, her eyes darting up to meet his.

As she opened her mouth to speak, she felt the sting of unshed tears, her eyes shimmering with a deep crimson hue.

“Tyrone,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, “did your grandfather tell you that I took his 60 million dollars?”

His response was measured, almost devoid of emotion, “Just explain what you need to explain.”

Zera studied his expression intently, searching for any hint of concern or curiosity.

Shouldn’t he be asking how I’ve been all these years?

Did he discover something I didn’t want him to know?

Her heart raced, an unsettling flutter that made her feel vulnerable. In a moment of desperation, she dropped to one knee, maintaining a respectful distance between them, her head bowed slightly.

With urgency lacing her words, she began to plead, “Tyrone, I swear it was your grandfather who threatened my family. He coerced me into taking that money.”

“And he’s the one who forced me to leave the country and marry someone else!”

As Tyrone lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a dark shroud, he shifted into a more relaxed posture on the couch.

“No rush. Take your time,” he said, his tone casual, as if they were discussing the weather rather than a life-altering accusation.

Zera knelt there, her heart pounding, waiting for him to extend a hand, to help her rise from this position of submission. But as moments stretched into what felt like an eternity, his indifference became a weight she couldn’t bear. Eventually, she had no choice but to push herself up, her body trembling slightly.

She rubbed her sore knee, the ache a reminder of her desperation, then crouched in front of him once more, her heart racing with the need to be believed.

“Tyrone, back then, your grandfather made it clear that if I didn’t leave you, he would ruin your future. He threatened me with my family’s lives and your future. That’s the only reason I left you. I never spent a single dollar of that money. When I first arrived in Tuspuyria, someone stole it from me. If you don’t believe me, I can swear on my child’s life!”

Still, Tyrone remained silent, his gaze unwavering, and Zera’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Tyrone, I already swore on my son! You still don’t believe me?”

His look was one of pure contempt, a reflection of his thoughts.

A real mother would never use her own child to gain sympathy or validation.

In his previous life, he had fallen prey to this very façade of “sincerity.”

Zera’s heart sank further as his silence loomed over her like a dark cloud.

In a sudden burst of desperation, she stood, stripped off her coat, and rolled up her sleeves to reveal the bruises and lash marks that marred her skin.

“I’m not a greedy woman. All I want is a place to stay while I get the treatment I need. That’s all I’m asking for.”

Tyrone’s expression hardened, “I’m busy. If you have more requests, I need you to say them all at once so I can figure out what to do next.”

Zera felt a wave of relief wash over her, tears of gratitude mingling with her despair.

She just knew Tyrone hadn’t truly moved on. With just a little more effort, she was certain she could win him back.

Steeling herself, she continued, her eyes sparkling with longing.

“Tyrone, last night, your friend’s birthday party was so beautiful. I couldn’t help but feel jealous.”

Tyrone’s brow furrowed in response.

Zera’s cheeks flushed crimson as she lowered her gaze, the weight of her memories pressing down on her.

“Ever since your grandfather forced me to leave and marry someone else, I haven’t had a single good day, let alone a birthday worth celebrating.”

She paused, letting the moment linger, her heart racing with hope.

Then, in a soft, almost pleading voice, she said, “Tyrone, after everything I’ve suffered for you, after sacrificing my entire life for you, could you celebrate a birthday for me? Just once?”