From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 459

**Obsidian Dawn 459**
**Chapter 459 She Confronts Him**

Vivienne thrust her finger toward Zera with a fierce determination. “I’m heading straight to Tyrone to get the truth. Just you wait!” Her voice was laced with urgency, and she felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

With a swift motion, she pivoted on her heel, her heart pounding as she rushed to her car, the engine roaring to life as she sped away.

Zera’s voice trailed behind her, tinged with warning. “You better watch out, too!” The words hung in the air, a mix of concern and defiance, before Zera hurried off in the opposite direction, her mind racing with the implications of the confrontation.

Nearby, Aella and Raine stood frozen, their expressions a blend of shock and disbelief. The tension in the air was palpable, as if the very atmosphere crackled with the aftermath of Vivienne’s outburst.

“Wow,” Raine finally broke the silence, giving a thumbs-up in the direction where Zera had vanished. “I’ve never seen anyone go off like that before. She’s absolutely wild!”

Aella let out a long, weary sigh, pulling Raine along as they made their way to the restaurant they had reserved earlier. The weight of the day’s events pressed heavily on her shoulders.

As they settled into their seats, Raine tossed her bag onto the table and began scrolling through the menu. “So, Alla, what are you in the mood for?” she asked, her enthusiasm contrasting sharply with Aella’s somber demeanor.

Aella, still reeling from the drama, replied, “Honestly, anything is fine. Just something to fill my stomach.”

While they waited for their food to arrive, Raine leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You won’t believe what happened while you were abroad! My brother actually locked Zera up twice!”

Aella took a sip of her drink, trying to maintain her composure. The thought of Zera’s antics only added to her growing frustration. If Zera had made different choices—like not marrying someone else, having a child, and all that chaos—Tyrone would still be cherishing her, treating her like the precious gem she once was.

Zera was convinced that Vivienne had manipulated her brother and sister-in-law into luring her back home, and Aella couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all somehow tied to Tyrone’s influence.

Raine rolled her eyes, breaking Aella’s reverie. “That foolish woman is just as clueless as her aunt. My brother is about to kick the Cunninghams out of Vleka, and they still think that having a baby will elevate their status? They’re living in a fantasy!”

Aella nodded, not wanting to engage in a debate. The truth was, Tyrone had the capability to make that happen.

To shift the conversation away from the tumultuous topic, Aella asked, “Let’s talk about something else. What’s happening between you and Brad?”

Raine’s cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink.

Leaning closer, she whispered conspiratorially, “I got a little too tipsy and went a bit overboard. Brad didn’t want anyone talking badly about me, so he took the blame.”

Aella smiled, her heart warming at the thought of Brad’s protective nature. “That’s sweet of him. I heard the Sawyers’ heiress still has her sights set on him. Don’t let that chance slip away.”

Raine chuckled, leaning back in her chair with newfound confidence. “Brad is mine now! Anyone who tries to take him from me? I’ll slap them into next week!”

Aella clinked her glass against Raine’s, reveling in her friend’s fierce spirit. That was precisely what she adored about Raine—her loyalty, protectiveness, and that delightful touch of stubbornness.

As Raine sipped her juice, a thought struck her, recalling something Brad had asked her to bring up. She studied Aella’s face closely, gauging her reaction.

Vivienne took a deep breath, summoning her resolve. “I don’t even know her, but she insisted that I’m your fiancée. She accused me of tricking her into coming back, ruining your relationship, making you misunderstand her, and to top it all off, she slapped me in public!”

Tyrone raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Have you two met before?”

Vivienne’s frustration bubbled over. “She claimed she saw our wedding photos on your computer!”

Her voice grew more demanding, “You need to explain what’s going on, Mr. Winter.”

Tyrone remained composed, his demeanor unyielding. “I don’t recall taking any wedding photos with you.”

Vivienne straightened, feeling a flicker of hope as she replied, “She said she saw them on your computer. You could have her come and confront me directly.”

Tyrone stood up slowly, his movements deliberate. “Ms. Guinevere, Zera tried to ensnare me before. She deceived my grandfather out of 60 million dollars and pilfered confidential documents while I was away. I reported her to the police twice. The only reason I refrained from pursuing it further was because Mr. Cunningham intervened. And you actually believe her?”

Vivienne cursed herself internally, a wave of self-reproach washing over her. She had limited interactions with Tyrone, but she was aware of his ruthless reputation in the business world.

In a moment of impulsiveness, she had stormed into his office, confronting him based on a slap and a few provocations from a clearly unstable woman. That was a mistake she would have to reckon with.

**Chapter 460 A Wife’s Wrath**