From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 430

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 430**
**CONTENT:**
**Chapter 430: Just Wait**

A thin, icy smile danced on Tyrone’s lips, a flicker of amusement mingled with something darker. “So, aside from a birthday celebration, is there anything else you desire as compensation?”

Zera’s face lit up like a thousand suns, her excitement palpable. “Tyrone, are you serious? You would actually grant my wish?”

Tyrone leaned back, his expression unreadable. “First, tell me what it is you truly want.”

Zera’s voice brimmed with uncontainable joy, a melody of hope. “Tyrone, ever since I saved you, chased after you, and even dated you, right up until the moment I left, you never once took the reins. Not once did you lead.”

Lost in her own dreams, Zera continued, her heart racing. “I know we can’t be together anymore. But I still yearn for a birthday like every other girl. I want to celebrate it by the beach, with the waves crashing and the sun setting. I want you to bake me a birthday cake with your own hands, just like you used to. I want a bouquet of roses, their fragrance filling the air. And I want you to make a post on social media, something that proves we truly dated. At least then, all the sacrifices I made for you won’t feel like they were in vain.”

The words “cake,” “roses,” and “post” struck Tyrone like a physical blow, the weight of her requests heavy on his chest. In a sudden motion, he shot up from the couch, his body tense.

Zera jumped, startled, her heart racing.

His abrupt reaction sent a wave of fear through her, silencing her breath. She studied him intently, her voice quivering, almost pleading. “Tyrone, please… just have a little pity for me. Think of it as paying me back for saving your life. Just grant me this one small wish, okay?”

Tyrone remained silent, his lack of response amplifying her anxiety.

“Tyrone,” she implored, her voice shaky, “I ended up like this because of you. I’m not asking for much. Why can’t you agree to this one small thing?”

Still, he said nothing.

Despair washed over Zera as she covered her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. “My entire life was shattered because of your grandfather! I’m only asking for your help because I have nowhere else to turn. If I had known you despised seeing me this much, I should have just died overseas with my child!”

Her sobs filled the room, raw and heart-wrenching. “Wahhh!”

In a whirlwind of emotion, she bolted from the private room, tears cascading down her face.

Noel, ever the attentive friend, swiftly closed the door behind her, shielding Tyrone from her pain.

Tyrone, unfazed, calmly extinguished his cigarette, the smoke curling into the air. “How’s the situation I asked you to manage?”

Noel replied promptly, “The evidence is already at the police station. They should be arriving shortly.”

With a blank expression, Tyrone stood up, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

Approximately ten minutes later, Zera found herself standing outside the Regal Club, wiping her tears while her gaze fixated on the door as if willing it to open.

She stomped her foot in frustration, feeling the weight of her emotions.

She had fled in tears, yet Tyrone hadn’t pursued her.

Zera paced back and forth, disbelief coursing through her veins.

Zera’s mother, Shirley Caldwell, hurried over to scoop Orson into her arms. “Zera, how did it go with Tyrone? Did he give you a check?”

Daphne, hearing the commotion, emerged from her room.

She poured Zera a glass of water, concern etched on her face. “Zera, what did Mr. Winter say? When is he planning to bring you to the Winter Estate?”

Zera accepted the glass but set it down on the coffee table, her eyes still red from crying. “Tyrone didn’t say anything except asking me to explain the 60 million dollars.”

Julian, unable to hold back, chimed in, “Did he think you were lying?”

Daphne quickly shoved Julian aside and settled down next to Zera, her voice firm. “That’s impossible. If he truly thought Zera was lying, would she be standing here right now?”

Zera nodded, agreeing with her friend.

If Tyrone had genuinely discovered something, he wouldn’t have let her walk away so easily.

Daphne continued, her confidence unwavering. “Zera, he’s always been generous to his fiancée’s family. Did you mention that you had nowhere to stay? Did he offer to buy you a house or something?”

Zera rubbed her temples, frustration mounting. “Daphne, I told him. But he didn’t say a single word about making it right with me.”

Daphne patted her chest, exuding confidence. “What Julian and I overheard can’t possibly be wrong. Mr. Winter still cares for you. He called off the wedding because of you. Maybe he’s just dealing with some concerns right now, which is why he can’t reconnect with you yet. Just wait a little longer.”