From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 455

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 455**
**Chapter 455 They Spot Her**

Tyrone fought against the turmoil brewing inside him, forcing a facade of nonchalance. “Nothing is happening between them,” he asserted, his voice steady, though his heart raced beneath the surface.

Brad met Tyrone’s gaze with a seriousness that cut through the pretense. “Tyrone, we’re not blind. Aella and Daniel are definitely dating!” His words hung in the air, heavy with implications.

Tyrone’s eyes flitted around the room, his fingers trembling as they clutched the cigarette. His breath came in uneven gasps, a reflection of the storm raging within him. “That’s impossible!” he exclaimed, the denial spilling from his lips like a desperate plea.

Brad observed Tyrone’s demeanor, the way his expression shifted from disbelief to something darker. Silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. The way Daniel had looked at Aella—filled with a warmth and affection that was unmistakable—was something that even Tyrone could not ignore. It was a truth they all could see, yet he seemed unwilling to confront it.

Aella had pursued Tyrone for years, her heart set on him, dreaming of a future together. The thought that she could move on so easily felt like a betrayal. Brad’s brow furrowed as he pressed for clarity. “Tell me the truth. When the wedding got canceled, whose fault was it?”

When Tyrone finally spoke, his voice was weary, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. “It was on me.”

Brad’s eyes widened in surprise. “You mentioned before that you loved someone. Is it Zera? So, you really ended things with Aella because of her?!” His tone was incredulous, disbelief evident in every syllable.

Inside, Tyrone’s mind was a chaotic whirlpool of thoughts and emotions, and he felt utterly unprepared to explain the tangled mess of his heart. Everyone believed he had been the one to call off the engagement, but the truth was far more painful: he had been the one turned away. The frustration simmering in his chest was suffocating, a heavy weight that made it hard to breathe.

“Just go home. Raine is waiting,” he said, trying to push Brad away, the urgency in his voice betraying the turmoil within.

Brad could sense the disarray in Tyrone, the way his facade was crumbling. Yet, if Tyrone was unwilling to share, Brad knew he couldn’t force the issue. “You waited too long to answer Aella. If you still want her, you’d better do something, or you’re going to regret it,” he warned, his tone firm, knowing that time was slipping away.

With that, Tyrone left, his mind racing with a mix of regret and desperation.

Later that night, Tyrone found himself pacing in his living room, the moonlight casting shadows through the enormous windows. Empty bottles littered the floor, remnants of a night spent drowning his sorrows. Regret gnawed at him, a relentless beast that wouldn’t let go.

He had known the risks when he agreed to be Aella’s friend again, and now he was paying the price. Every glance Daniel had thrown Aella’s way, filled with unmistakable affection, chipped away at his composure. Tyrone felt the last threads of his sanity unravel.

He couldn’t act on impulse. He couldn’t let her down again.

Tyrone barely remembered the journey back down the stairs, his mind a haze of confusion. Once inside his car, he chain-smoked until the pack was empty, the smoke swirling around him like his chaotic thoughts. Finally, he slumped forward against the steering wheel, a deep ache settling in his chest.

The next morning, Raine invited Aella to go shopping, a welcome distraction from the turmoil of the past few days. As they strolled down Vleka’s bustling walking street, Raine looped her arm through Aella’s, her excitement infectious.

“Aella, there were way too many people last night. We didn’t even get a chance to talk! Want to try that popular restaurant for lunch?” Raine suggested, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

With no plans for the day, Aella nodded, a smile breaking across her face. “I’ll pay,” she offered, eager to enjoy the outing and perhaps share some of her own thoughts with Raine.

As they walked, Raine’s keen eyes suddenly caught sight of someone. “Wait—isn’t that… Rachel?” she exclaimed, pointing toward a beauty salon where Rachel was hurriedly entering with a small group of friends.

In an instant, Raine’s demeanor shifted, her excitement bubbling over. “Aella, something’s about to go down. Let’s go see it!” she urged, tugging Aella along, ready to dive into whatever drama awaited them.