From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 432

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 432**
**CONTENT: Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen**

**Chapter 432: It Was Me**

His voice dropped to a near whisper, laced with a hint of desperation. “Aren’t we childhood sweethearts? Why can he hug you, but I can’t?”

Aella felt her heart skip a beat, her mind racing. “What?” The word escaped her lips, barely above a murmur, as she struggled to comprehend the weight of his question.

Tyrone, with a sudden surge of courage, stepped closer, closing the distance between them. In one fluid motion, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into an embrace that felt both familiar and foreign.

His hold was tender, almost reverent, as if he were cradling a delicate treasure he feared might slip away. The warmth of his body enveloped her, and as he inhaled her scent—a blend of jasmine and something uniquely hers—he instinctively tightened his grip.

Aella, caught off guard by the rush of emotions, felt the pressure of his arms around her. She pushed against him gently, her voice laced with urgency. “Tyrone, I have to board.”

She could feel the weight of his sadness, the reluctance in his touch as if he were trying to imprint the moment into his memory. But that didn’t matter to her anymore; she had to be practical.

The more he clung to her, the more she sensed his fear of losing her.

“My phone’s on 24 hours a day,” he murmured, his voice a low, warm caress that sent shivers down her spine. “If you need anything, call me anytime.”

His words wrapped around her like a promise, a lifeline thrown into turbulent waters.

Just then, the boarding announcement echoed through the terminal, cutting through the intimate moment like a knife. Tyrone had no choice but to let her go, his hands lingering on her arms for just a heartbeat longer.

Aella turned, casting an awkward glance at Brad, who stood nearby, watching the scene unfold. “I’ll call you guys when I land. Go home, both of you,” she said, her voice a mix of determination and uncertainty.

With a tug on her suitcase, she hurried away, her heart pounding in her chest. She was accustomed to the cold, distant Tyrone of the past. But now, with Zera back in the picture, the fear crept in—what if, by the time she returned from Tuspuyria, Tyrone had moved on? What if he was already married?

Brad, still reeling from the unexpected display of emotion, turned to Tyrone, who stood there, dazed and lost in thought. “You dragged me out early in the morning for that one hug?” he snapped, annoyance lacing his tone.

Tyrone shot him a sideways glance, his expression unreadable. “You should cover your face,” he replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Brad fell silent, unable to muster a response.

Ten minutes later, they found themselves in the car, the weight of the earlier encounter hanging heavily in the air. Brad tossed his jacket into the backseat, then turned to Tyrone, his curiosity piqued. “Be honest. What’s going on with you and Aella?”

Tyrone rolled down the window, the cool breeze brushing against his face as he lit a cigarette, the smoke swirling around him like his tangled thoughts. “Didn’t you see?” he replied, his voice flat.

Brad pressed on, undeterred. “So Aella really doesn’t want you anymore?”

Tyrone turned his head slowly, fixing Brad with a piercing gaze that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

**1/3**

As the silence stretched between them, Brad couldn’t help but break into laughter, the tension dissipating momentarily. “You deserve it! If you had made a move earlier, your kid with Aella would already be calling you ‘Dad!'”

He continued, his voice steady and unyielding, “I’ve already submitted all the evidence. Every member of your family is implicated. The police will be contacting you one by one.”

With that, Tyrone shot a glance at Brad before turning on his heel and walking away, leaving the trio in stunned silence.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Daphne erupted, her fury spilling over.

She pointed an accusing finger at Shirley, her voice a shrill scream. “This is all your useless daughter’s fault! She didn’t listen to me! Now she’s dragging our whole family down!”

**2/3**

Turning to Julian, she demanded, “Tell your mom to grab that little brat and move out of my house today! If you don’t, I’m divorcing you!”

With that, she stormed off, her anger leaving a palpable tension in the air.

Shirley crumpled to the ground, tears streaming down her face as the weight of her choices bore down on her.

Julian, caught in the crossfire, didn’t know how to respond. He pulled his mother up, his voice firm but filled with concern. “Mom, this is your fault. I warned you it was a bad idea! That Winter guy isn’t someone we can mess with. We might all end up in jail!”

Shirley trembled, her eyes wide with panic. “I didn’t think he’d suspect Zera. I never imagined he’d uncover everything!”

Suddenly, a spark of hope ignited within her. “Julian, call Anna! She loved Zera like her own daughter since she was little. She must know how to save us!”