From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 447

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 447**
**Chapter 447: Cut the Act**

George’s voice thundered through the room, the tension palpable. “It’s not illegal for me to keep a woman, but what your family is doing definitely is!” His finger jabbed in the direction of his wife, a gesture filled with accusation and fury. “I’ll sue every one of you. This marriage is over!”

The air crackled with hostility as Jolene’s two brothers erupted in outrage. “You jerk! We’ll beat you into the ground today!” Their voices were a mix of anger and protectiveness, each word a declaration of war against George.

The living room transformed into a battlefield, a cacophony of punches landing, screams piercing the air, desperate pleas for calm, and threats that hung heavy like a storm cloud. Chaos erupted in a whirlwind of emotions, each person caught in the tempest of their own feelings.

Raine stood at the doorway, her phone held high, capturing the madness unfolding before her. Her heart raced as she spotted Anna, curled up on the floor, taking the brunt of the violence without a word of protest. It was a sight that twisted her stomach. She pulled Rachel closer, her voice a low whisper, laced with urgency. “Your mom is losing it. You need to keep your head. Look at your dad—he’s getting pummeled but still shielding his side chick, even shouting about divorce. It seems he’s ready to toss you both aside.”

Rachel’s eyes widened in shock, yet determination flickered within them. Raine continued, “Take photos as proof. We need to document this. Then, find someone who can check their bank transactions. It would be best if you could apply for asset preservation.”

Grateful for Raine’s guidance, Rachel nodded and dashed into the fray, her phone clicking rapidly as she captured the turmoil.

Meanwhile, Raine sent all the evidence she had gathered to Tyrone, her heart pounding with the weight of the situation.

Eventually, amidst the chaos, George managed to break free. He threw himself over Anna, shielding her as if she were his last lifeline, and reached for his phone to call the police.

Raine’s voice cut through the noise like a knife. “Get your aunts and uncles out of here now, Rachel!”

Rachel acted swiftly, ushering her relatives out, leaving only her and her mother in the room.

Standing resolute beside Jolene, Rachel pointed an accusatory finger at George and Anna. “You cheated on my mom and betrayed her trust. I refuse to acknowledge you as my father!” Her voice trembled with emotion, yet it was laced with fierce defiance. “If you drag my uncles and aunts to the station, I’ll post this woman’s naked photos online for every guy to see!”

Anna’s face drained of color, her eyes wide with fear. She reached for George, desperation coating her words. “It’s our fault, George. I already feel terrible. I’ll take the blame.”

“Rachel is your daughter. Don’t destroy your relationship with her because of me.”

Jolene, overwhelmed by grief, collapsed onto the floor, her tears a silent testament to her pain.

With a fire ignited within her, she glared at them, her voice dripping with venom. “You fake bitch! Cut the act!”

Jolene rose to her feet, fury propelling her forward. She approached them, her teeth clenched, and directed her anger at George. “My family helped yours gain entry into the Eight Great Families, and we can erase you from Vleka just as swiftly. We can divorce. But let me be clear—half of everything you own belongs to me. Every house, every coin—I’m taking my share!”

George’s face flushed with rage, disbelief etched across his features. “You think you can take half of my money? Not happening!”

“I’m taking Rachel and Mrs. Cunningham to my place. If you want to drag them off, you’ll have to deal with me at the Winters.”

As Raine led them toward the door, Anna’s knees buckled beneath her, nearly sending her crashing to the floor.

Frantic, she turned to George, her voice a shaky whisper. “Your daughter took photos of us. You can’t call the police.”

He hurriedly helped her to the bed, his expression shifting to one of concern. “I’ll let it slide for now. We’ll talk about this later.”

Just then, the sound of sirens pierced the air as police officers arrived on the scene.

George and Anna quickly spun a tale of a family dispute, insisting it was all a misunderstanding. The officers, unimpressed, scolded them for their behavior before leaving.

Once the officers were gone, Anna sank onto the bed, her composure shattering as she buried her face in her hands.

“George, your wife and daughter walked in on us and even took photos. Even if I give you a son, we’ll never escape this shame. Ms. Winter is your daughter’s friend. What if she tells her family? If Mr. Winter judges you and refuses to help Zera, what am I supposed to do?”

Her voice cracked with emotion, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air. “I’ve stood by your side for over ten years with no title. I risked everything for you, endured multiple miscarriages in hopes of giving you a son. And today, your wife and her sisters held me down and beat me. After all this time, what have I ever gained from being with you?”