From Discarded Wife to Queen (Tyrone) novel Chapter 466

**TITLE: Obsidian Dawn 466**
**CONTENT: Chapter 466 Everything She Wanted, Too Late**

“Tyrone, are you ready?”

The call from Clyde echoed through the air, pulling Tyrone from the depths of his thoughts.

+5 Pears

As he heard his name being summoned for dinner, Tyrone took a deep breath, desperately trying to mask the turmoil roiling inside him. He didn’t want Aella to catch even a glimpse of the storm brewing beneath his composed exterior.

Clyde, with his characteristic eagerness, pulled out the chair next to his sister. “Tyrone, sit here.”

Tyrone glanced up at Clyde, who stood expectantly before him, and instinctively lowered his gaze, hiding the guilt that threatened to spill over.

Clyde had always affectionately called him Tyrone since they were children. In those innocent days, whenever trouble brewed, it was Tyrone he sought out first, even before turning to Aella.

That bond had always been a source of strength for Clyde—he depended on him, trusted him, even idolized him.

But in the shadows of their past life, Tyrone had not only injured Clyde’s wrist; he had shattered his heart into countless pieces.

A wave of sorrow crashed against Tyrone’s chest, the weight of his past sins heavy upon him.

With a calmness that belied his inner turmoil, he settled down next to Aella, accepting the glass Clyde offered him, forcing a smile as he tried to shake off the sadness that lingered.

Before him lay a feast, a table brimming with dishes crafted to suit his tastes, each one a reminder of the love and care that surrounded him.

Miriam, Aella’s mother, gently reminded her, “Aella, don’t just eat. Make sure to give Tyrone some more meat.”

Aella, with a soft smile, placed a generous piece of chicken onto Tyrone’s plate.

For a brief moment, Tyrone’s gaze lingered on Aella, taking in her warmth and the light in her eyes, before he lowered his head and began to eat what she had served him.

“It’s delicious,” he managed to say, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Warren, with a hearty laugh, chimed in, “Tyrone, after being away for so long, it feels like you’re a stranger among us.”

Miriam added, “Tyrone, you should feel at home here. No need to be formal with us.”

Tyrone nodded obediently, the warmth of their acceptance washing over him.

He knew Warren disliked drinking alone, so he stood up, a sense of purpose guiding his actions. “Warren, let me join you for a drink.”

Seeing her father’s rare smile, Aella chose not to spoil the moment with objections.

As Tyrone engaged in the lively atmosphere of the dinner, Aella pressed her lips together, a mix of hope and longing swirling within her.

This was the picture she had always envisioned—a harmonious gathering where Tyrone would let go of his privileged airs and embrace her family as his own.

Yet, deep down, she felt the sting of reality; she would never truly have that.

After living two lifetimes, Tyrone had finally learned to reciprocate her parents’ kindness, but the cruel twist of fate meant that she and Tyrone could never be together again.

Once lunch was over, Tyrone took the initiative to help Miriam clear the table.

+5 Pearls

But Aella, sensing the time slipping away, urged him gently, “We’ve taken up half your day. If you have things to do, please go ahead. I’ll handle the dishes in a bit.”

Tyrone stood before Aella, the plates in his hands, and replied, “I have nothing pressing today.”

Miriam chimed in, “If you’re free, why not play a couple of games of chess with Warren? Relax a little before you leave.”

Aella’s expression turned icy at the suggestion, and Tyrone quickly adjusted his response. “Actually, Miriam, I just remembered I do have something to take care of.”

The realization hit him like a cold wave—this was why Aella had been so eager for him to leave; Daniel was here.

Daniel approached them, a casual smile on his face. “What a coincidence. Mr. Winter’s here too.”

Tyrone replied, a hint of tension evident in his voice, “Yeah. Had a few drinks with Warren.”

Daniel’s eyes flickered with understanding, grasping the underlying tension in Tyrone’s words.

He glanced at Aella, explaining, “I was just passing by and wanted to discuss something with Dr. Reid.”

Tyrone’s gaze shifted to Aella, who had lowered her eyes, avoiding the scrutiny of both men.

Her family lived downtown, while the Hills, the Hill Hospital, and Daniel’s office were all situated in the bustling West District.

Each time he came by, he conveniently claimed to be “passing by.”

It was a thinly veiled lie, one that Tyrone could see through.

He adjusted Aella’s coat once more, his voice firm yet caring. “It’s windy out. Get inside quickly so you don’t catch a cold.”

Aella smiled tightly, her teeth grinding together as she nodded in acknowledgment.

Tyrone observed her compliant demeanor, warmth flooding his chest as he recalled how her obedience had once been exclusively his.

He had taken it for granted, and now, it felt like a bittersweet memory.

Suppressing the tumult of emotions threatening to spill over, Tyrone turned to leave, his heart heavy with unspoken words.

Aella watched as his car slowly pulled away, a sigh of relief escaping her lips.

The specter of his sudden death in their past life haunted her thoughts, and she couldn’t shake the fear that it might happen again, that fate could be so cruel once more.