From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 436

**Obsidian Dawn 436**
**Chapter 436: Tossed Out**

With a swift motion, Anna entered the room, her handbag elegantly perched on her arm. Daphne, caught off guard, scrambled to shove the disheveled luggage into a haphazard pile, a futile attempt to conceal the chaos that had erupted in their living space.

As Anna surveyed the wreckage of the living room, her heart sank. The disarray was a reflection of the turmoil that had taken hold of their lives. Without a moment’s hesitation, she made a beeline for Zera, her niece, who stood there like a fragile flower wilting under the harsh sun. “Zera, what on earth happened here?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

The instant Zera caught sight of Anna, a dam of emotions broke within her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice trembling as she cried out, “Aunt Anna, Daphne wants to throw us out!” The anguish in her voice echoed through the room, a haunting melody of despair.

Anna immediately grasped Zera’s hand, her eyes brimming with compassion. “It’s okay, my dear. I’m right here with you,” she reassured, her grip firm yet gentle, a lifeline in the storm.

Turning her gaze toward Shirley, Anna’s voice took on a sharper edge. “Shirley, remember that blood runs deeper than water. How can you just stand there, watching your son and his wife push your own daughter aside?” Her words hung in the air, heavy with accusation.

Yet, Shirley remained steadfastly aligned with her son. “Anna, please mind your tone. Julian and Daphne face their own struggles. This place is cramped as it is—adding two more people would make it unbearable,” she replied, her tone defensive, as if she were shielding a fragile fortress.

Zera’s heart ached at her mother’s words, her expression a mixture of disbelief and hurt. “Mom, she just tried to throw you out too. How can you still support them?” Her voice cracked, the betrayal evident in her eyes.

Shirley’s response was swift and cutting. “Don’t speak nonsense, Zera. Daphne may have a sharp tongue, but she has a heart of gold. She simply can’t bear the burden of more people right now.”

Daphne, sensing the rising tension, hurried to intervene. “Anna, please don’t take Zera’s words to heart. Siblings quarrel sometimes; it was just a misunderstanding. She’s my husband’s little sister, and raising a child alone is no easy feat. How could I really throw her out?” Her voice dripped with feigned sincerity, a thin veneer over her true intentions.

Anna’s gaze fell upon the pile of luggage in the corner, and a wave of fury surged through her. “Zera nearly sacrificed her freedom for this family. Without her, you would have never been able to afford a place in Vleka. Do you not feel even a shred of shame?” she exclaimed, her voice rising with indignation.

She continued, her tone resolute, “I’ve already settled the 60 million dollars Zera owed the Winters. My brother passed away too soon; I have only one niece and one nephew left. This apartment still belongs to Julian—Zera won’t contest it.”

Daphne plastered a smile on her face, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Anna, we’re all family here—there’s no need to draw lines in the sand. Whenever Zera returns, this will always be her home.”

Anna turned back to Zera, her voice softening. “I’ll help you find a place to stay. Don’t engage with them any longer.”

With tears glistening in her eyes, Zera nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Thank you, Aunt Anna. I’ll do as you say.”

That night, Zera gathered her belongings, cradling her child in her arms, and left with Anna, a bittersweet sense of relief washing over her.

As soon as they departed, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Daphne’s expression morphed into one of contempt, and she spat on the floor in disgust.

She pointed an accusatory finger at Shirley and Julian. “Julian, look at that! Anyone would think your sister was Anna’s daughter!” Her voice dripped with venom, a clear indication of her disdain.

By 10 p.m., Anna had brought Zera and her son to the third floor of her beauty clinic, a sanctuary amid the chaos.

Holding Zera’s hand firmly, she said, “I own this place. This suite is my refuge between clients. You and your boy can stay here for the time being.”

She had set her sights on the Hansens’ younger son, Leonardo, orchestrating a pregnancy in hopes of marrying into the family for life.

But the reality was harsh; the man had refused to take responsibility, tossing her some money before marrying his fiancée and shutting her out completely.

Her plan had been to abandon the baby at the Hansens’ doorstep and slip back home unnoticed, but the Winters’ patriarch had kept a watchful eye on her.

When she failed to return, she found herself trapped in a marriage instead.

Even as she endured the beatings from her husband, she had insisted on naming the child Orson—so that one day, back in Vleka, Tyrone would know she had never let him go, and guilt would consume him.

Never had she imagined that upon her return, Tyrone would strip away her facade and personally hand her over to the authorities.

After all her meticulous planning, she had been left with no opportunity to explain herself, no chance to act.

Anna guided Zera into the bedroom and shut the door, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Zera, you must not let your emotions control you. That child needs to be sent away.”

Zera tightened her grip on her aunt’s hand, desperation etched in her features. “Aunt Anna, Leonardo did give me money back then, but the boy is registered under my name. Where could I possibly send him?”