From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 458

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 458**
**Chapter 458 A Slap**

Zera clutched the bank card in her hand, her heart racing with excitement. “Mr. Cunningham,” she implored, her voice laced with urgency, “my aunt sacrificed her reputation for you. Please, don’t let her down!”

George, his brow furrowed with determination, nodded emphatically. “Go reassure her, Zera. Tell her to concentrate on the pregnancy. Once I have everything sorted out here, I promise to bring you both back.”

A sudden thought struck Zera like a bolt of lightning. “Wait! Ms. Cunningham took my phone. It has messages with my aunt, and also…”

George’s expression shifted, darkening as if a storm had rolled in. “Get packed. I’ll handle the phone situation.”

Without another word, he rushed out of the salon, leaving Zera standing there, her mind racing.

She gazed down at the card, a smug smile creeping onto her lips. As long as George was invested in her aunt and the baby, her aunt’s future was secure. And with that security, Zera envisioned herself living a life of luxury and ease.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Zera quickly tidied herself up, donning a mask to conceal her face.

Outside the salon, Aella and Raine were in the midst of a lively discussion, debating which store to visit next when they spotted Zera approaching, her hair disheveled, and her mask slightly askew.

Aella exchanged a knowing glance with Raine, a mix of concern and annoyance flickering in her eyes.

“Let’s go,” Aella said, grabbing Raine’s arm and attempting to turn away.

“Ms. Winter, please wait!” Zera called out, her voice rising above the chatter of the street.

Raine paused, her body tensing, while Aella reluctantly turned back to face Zera.

Standing before them, Zera yanked off her mask, revealing her determined expression.

She fixed her gaze on Aella for a fleeting moment before locking eyes with Raine.

“Ms. Winter, I don’t believe I’ve ever wronged you. Why do you always act like you despise me?”

Raine let out a heavy sigh, her tone dripping with condescension. “It’s not me. It’s my brother. Got it?”

Zera blinked, taken aback, and took a small step back. “There were some misunderstandings between Tyrone and me. Can you help me see him?”

Raine burst into laughter, a sound that rang out like a bell. “See him? Yeah, good luck in your next life.”

Zera felt her anger boiling over, nearly exploding with frustration.

In a fit of rage, she shoved Aella and Raine aside, striding past them with purpose.

Aella sighed heavily as they began to walk away, but then they noticed Vivienne stepping out of a sleek car, her presence commanding immediate attention.

Aella felt a flicker of indifference toward Vivienne.

Vivienne, spotting Raine, sauntered over with a confident smile. “Ms. Winter—”

But before she could finish her sentence, Zera charged at her, delivering a sharp slap across her face. “You bitch!”

The sound of the slap echoed, leaving everyone in stunned silence.

Aella quickly pulled Raine back, her heart racing.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Vivienne replied, “Ms. Caldwell, are you sure you didn’t mistake me for someone else?”

Zera glanced at Raine, who was watching with wide eyes.

She turned her attention back to Vivienne, her voice firm. “You’re Tyrone’s fiancée, right?”

Vivienne scoffed, disbelief evident in her tone. “Our parents tried to match me with Mr. Winter, but it didn’t work out. Why are you so hostile?”

Zera’s eyes sparkled with defiance. “Fine, I’ll tell you. Tyrone didn’t marry you because of me. I’m his first love. Now do you understand?”

Vivienne’s admission that the engagement had fallen through hung in the air like a heavy fog.

So she was indeed Tyrone’s fiancée. Zera wasn’t mistaken after all.

Raine tugged at Aella’s arm, her voice a whisper of disbelief. “Aella, is she actually crazy?”

Aella felt equally bewildered.

Vivienne had been the one to use Zera’s brother and sister-in-law to deceive her, so why was Zera now mistaking Vivienne for the manipulator?

No wonder Zera had stared at her earlier as if she were a stranger.

Vivienne, at a loss for words, pointed a finger at Zera, her voice sharp and commanding. “Even if you’re Mr. Winter’s first love, that doesn’t give you the right to behave like this. If you don’t explain yourself today, I, Vivienne Guinevere, will step in and teach you some manners for him!”

Zera lifted her chin, her eyes blazing with fury. “So your name is Vivienne. You’re the one who used my brother and sister-in-law to lure me back, wrecked my relationship with Tyrone, and made him misunderstand me. I saw your wedding photos on his computer. I remember your face. You can’t deny it!”