From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 451

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 451**

“Can you believe it? The same day your sister gets engaged to Brad? Double the joy!” The laughter and chatter in the room grew louder, a chorus of excitement that filled the air. Aella’s gaze drifted towards Brad and Raine, catching the sweet, affectionate look Brad cast upon Raine. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly turned back to Tyrone, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind.

Their eyes locked, and she couldn’t help but ask, “When did Brad and Raine start dating?” The question slipped from her lips, tinged with a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.

Tyrone’s response came swiftly, “The night Raine called you to celebrate.”

Aella felt her mind momentarily blank, her heart sinking as she ducked her head, trying to process the implications of his words. It was that very night—the night everything changed.

Raine had reached out to her, frantic and worried about Zera’s arrest, insisting they cheer each other up through a video call. Aella had pulled Daniel into the call, and they had indulged a little too much in the wine, laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses. The memories flooded back, vivid and chaotic. It turned out that it wasn’t just Aella and Daniel who had lost themselves in the haze of the evening.

Zera had certainly stirred up chaos, the kind that lingered long after the night had ended.

Brad had always had a soft spot for Raine, showering her with affection and attention since they were children. Aella couldn’t help but think how fortunate Raine was, basking in the warmth of Brad’s unwavering love.

Tyrone remained close to Aella, his gaze never leaving her. He could sense the turmoil within her, the way her expression shifted from surprise to something more somber. Panic began to swell within him, though he couldn’t quite place why. Something felt off, and it gnawed at him, an unsettling feeling he couldn’t shake.

Aella reached for a glass of wine, but Tyrone gently nudged a glass of juice towards her instead. She looked at him, momentarily taken aback, but then stood tall, holding the juice confidently. “Brad, Raine, congrats,” she said, her voice steady, though her heart raced.

Tyrone leaned back against the couch, his eyes fixed on Aella, quietly observing her struggle. As he noticed the troubled look on her face, his heart sank. He tightened his grip on his glass, a protective instinct surging within him. “Raine, don’t be rude,” he chastised gently, his voice firm yet concerned.

Raine opened her mouth to respond, but Brad swiftly intervened, eager to shift the focus away from the uncomfortable topic. “Just drinking is boring. Let’s play something more fun,” he suggested, a hint of relief in his tone.

The suggestion was met with a wave of enthusiasm, someone shouting, “How about Truth or Dare? If you lose, you answer any question. Say no, and you drink!” The room buzzed with excitement, the tension dissipating as laughter returned.

Just then, the waiter arrived, bringing a fresh round of drinks and snacks. As Daniel strolled past the private room door, his eyes caught sight of Aella, and a flicker of recognition passed between them, an unspoken connection that hinted at the complexities of their intertwined lives.