From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 445

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 445**
**Chapter 445: George’s Desperation**

At the mere mention of Aella’s name, Tyrone’s long lashes quivered slightly, as if caught in a fleeting gust of wind.

The thought of him and Aella together felt like a distant dream—one that had slipped through his fingers, leaving nothing but a hollow ache in its wake.

Brad, ever perceptive, noticed the sudden shift in Tyrone’s demeanor. It was as if a shadow had crossed his face, darkening the once bright spark in his eyes.

He absentmindedly rubbed his knee, the cigarette dangling precariously between his fingers, its ember glowing softly in the dim light.

“Be straight with me—what happened between you two?” he probed, his voice steady but laced with concern.

Just days before the marriage license was to be signed, Tyrone and Aella had seemed inseparable, as if they were two halves of the same soul.

But then, Aella had walked out of City Hall, and in that moment, everything had spiraled out of control.

Brad had attempted to extract the truth from Aella on several occasions but had met nothing but silence.

And Tyrone? He remained locked away in his own thoughts, refusing to divulge even a hint of what had transpired.

It felt like they were both conspiring to suffocate him with their secrets.

Tyrone finally broke the silence, casting a sidelong glance at Brad. “The wedding’s canceled. What do you think?”

Aella had accused him of not loving her, a statement that echoed painfully in the corners of his mind.

It seemed everyone around him shared that same belief.

Once upon a time, he had shared it too.

They had been childhood sweethearts, and Aella had leaned on him for support since their earliest days.

He had held an unwavering conviction—almost naively—that no matter the circumstances, she would always be by his side.

But then she had left, decisively and without looking back.

The moment she walked away, it felt as though the ground had crumbled beneath him. And there she was, thriving while he was left in ruins.

Now, when she spoke to him, her tone had shifted—no longer the playful banter of childhood sweethearts, but rather a formal distance that felt insurmountable.

He stood at a crossroads, unable to retreat without bitterness nor advance without a glimmer of hope.

The weight of his betrayal pressed heavily upon his chest, suffocating him.

With a heavy heart, Tyrone suggested, “Wanna go grab a drink?”

But Brad hesitated, not starting the car.

A concerned look clouded his features.

“Look—if you two can’t be husband and wife, maybe you should consider someone else,” he urged, trying to offer a way out.

Tyrone’s brow furrowed in disbelief. “If you had set your heart on one person, could you just swap her out for someone else?”

With his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets, Tyrone looked down at George, skepticism etched on his face. “You’re awfully anxious to help her out of trouble over and over again. Don’t tell me her theft of Winter Group’s core confidential files has anything to do with you, George?”

Cold sweat trickled down George’s back, and he waved his hands defensively. “Don’t misunderstand, Tyrone—Zera is a friend’s niece.”

Tyrone’s patience was wearing thin. “Good—then it has nothing to do with you.”

George watched helplessly as Tyrone stepped into the elevator, the door sliding shut with a finality that left him feeling adrift.

After exiting the elevator, Tyrone dialed Raine’s number, his thoughts racing.

Over an hour later, at Evershade Manor, Anna was at home, a storm of worry brewing in her chest over Zera, when George entered through the door.

Anna rushed to meet him, her eyes wide with anticipation. “Well? Did Tyrone agree to withdraw the case?”

George’s expression hardened, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “I told you—Tyrone isn’t someone to provoke. Your niece insisted on poking the bear.”

Seeing the disappointment wash over Anna’s face, she slumped onto the couch, despair evident in her posture.

George warned her, “Last time, I lost 60 million dollars and ceded the East-side parcel to help her. This time, Tyrone is determined to teach her a lesson. I can’t help.”

Realizing George intended to wash his hands of the entire situation, Anna’s composure shattered, and she burst into tears.

Pointing an accusatory finger at him, she cried, “George, if you can’t get my niece out of this mess, I’ll abort this child and leave right now!”

At the mention of “abort,” George jolted upright, his heart racing. “Anna—are you pregnant again?”