From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 438

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 438**
**CONTENT: Chapter 438 Never Even Saw Her**

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Pearis

In a previous chapter of her life, Aella could never shake the vivid image of Tyrone kneeling down, a gentle smile gracing his lips, as he carefully slipped a pair of shoes onto Zera’s feet. The moment was tender, a snapshot of affection that lingered in her mind like a haunting melody.

Now, in the present, Daniel straightened his posture, his eyes locking onto Aella’s with a seriousness that made her heart flutter. “If I truly had a wife,” he began, his voice steady and earnest, “and you asked me to tie your shoelaces, I simply wouldn’t do it. The thought of making my wife sad is unbearable.”

Aella felt a rush of admiration swell within her. “Whoever ends up marrying you will be incredibly fortunate,” she replied, her voice laced with sincerity.

Daniel’s expression softened, his teasing nature shining through as he held her gaze. “So, are you interested in trying out the role of Mrs. Hill?”

Aella’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson under his playful scrutiny.

To mask her embarrassment, she quipped, “Oh, I wouldn’t dare ruin your reputation, Daniel.”

With a gallant gesture, Daniel opened the car door for her. “Don’t be anxious. I’m just having a bit of fun. Let’s get you settled at the hotel first. Tonight, I’d like to introduce you to a friend of mine.”

Aella tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, feeling the warmth radiate from her flushed cheeks.

Though Daniel claimed it was all in jest, she couldn’t ignore the underlying implication of his words.

Both of them were doctors, and every encounter between them felt effortless, their conversations flowing like a gentle stream.

Daniel possessed a remarkable character, a supportive family, and an even more admirable temperament.

But at this moment, Aella couldn’t allow herself to be distracted by thoughts of romance; her professional ambitions loomed larger than any fleeting attraction.

As they drove away, not too far behind, Tyrone watched Aella and Daniel disappear from view. His fingers clenched around the shopping bags he held, the paper crinkling under the pressure.

Even while abroad, Daniel had gone to great lengths to care for her—reserving the nearest hotel to the hospital, flying in to shield her from the biting cold, even bending down to tie her shoelaces. His playful confession had been lighthearted, yet it felt like a weighty truth that left her feeling unpressured yet cared for.

Noel, sensing the tension radiating from his boss, rushed over and carefully stowed the shopping bags in the trunk.

Tyrone leaned against the car door, his body slightly bent as a dull ache gripped his chest, a reminder of the emotional turmoil he was trying to suppress.

Even Daniel, a man who had never truly dated, understood that once you had a wife, tying the laces of other women was simply unacceptable; the woman you chose to marry was someone to be treasured above all.

Aella had been his wife for three long years.

He had overlooked her feelings time and again, piling hurt upon hurt until it felt insurmountable.

He didn’t deserve her love, nor did he have any right to expect her forgiveness.

At precisely 2 p.m., Aella stepped into her hotel room, her mind racing with thoughts of the day. Just then, a group of front-desk attendants entered, each carrying an armful of shopping bags. The lead attendant approached her, a polite smile on his face. “Ms. Reid, a Mr. Winter asked us to deliver these to your room.”

Aella frowned, the name striking a discordant note within her.

Mr. Winter?

He had been bombarding her with texts in the mornings and video calls at night for the past two days, and it had begun to grate on her nerves. Today, she had resolutely ignored his call and chosen not to open his messages.

She unlocked her phone, her heart sinking as she saw the notifications—he had arrived in Tuspuyria early that morning.

Noel signaled the driver, leaning forward in his seat, barely able to breathe.

His boss had crossed an ocean in the dead of night, bought clothes and snacks, and yet he hadn’t even seen her.

And now—just like that—they were on their way back.

A day later, in Vleka.

At 10 a.m., on the executive floor of Winter Tower, a senior manager intercepted Noel just outside Tyrone’s office. “Mr. Frost, could you take this in for me?”

Noel hesitated for a moment, then accepted the task with a nod.

10:31 Mon, Dec 15

Since Tyrone’s return from Tuspuyria, it was as if a switch had flipped within him.

His temper, previously calm and composed, now erupted without warning; two employees had found themselves fired during a single morning meeting, leaving the entire executive office on edge.

Noel stepped into the CEO’s office, his heart pounding. “Mr. Winter, Ms. Caldwell didn’t make an appointment, but she insists on seeing you.”

Tyrone’s hands hovered over the keyboard, and after a brief pause, he nodded, his expression unreadable. “Send her in.”

He opened a wedding photo on the screen, enlarging it, allowing the image to loom large before him.

Ten minutes later, Zera burst into Tyrone’s office, her face alight with excitement, only to find the room empty, echoing with silence.