Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 240

“Tyrone,” Aella said coldly, “the highest form of love is when your heart aches for someone. I once felt that for you.”

“Aella,” Tyrone’s voice broke, and his eyes turned watery as he pulled her into his arms.

Aella pushed against him, struggling to break free, but he only held her tighter.

He trembled, his breath catching. “I’m sorry, Aella. I failed you. It’s all my fault.”

Aella’s eyes stayed calm. “The way you care for Zera is the same way I once cared for you. The love I gave you–now you’ve given it all to her. Don’t bother denying it.”

Tyrone’s grip loosened.

He held her arm and looked into her eyes. “I admit I wavered when Zera first came back. That was wrong–I know it. But I don’t love her.”

Aella interrupted him. “Maybe you don’t love her, but you surely don’t love me either.”

They stared at each other in silence. Tyrone’s lips parted, but no words came out.

After a long moment, he finally found his voice again.

“Aella,” he pleaded, “give me one more chance. Let me learn how to love you.”

Aella smiled faintly as she turned him down. “I can give any other man the chance to love me. Just not you. You don’t deserve it.”

If she hesitated even for a second, she’d betray the version of herself who had suffered so much. She’d betray the child who never got the chance to be born.

She pushed him away and said firmly, “From now on, we’ll live separately. I’ll have my lawyer file the papers. This marriage has to end.”

Tyrone met Aella’s steady gaze, and pain twisted deep in his chest. His eyes were wet as he pressed a hand over his heart, trying to keep himself from breaking down.

“I know I’ve made unforgivable mistakes,” he said hoarsely. “I’ll agree to live apart for now, give you time to calm down. But divorce? Don’t even think about it.”

A rideshare car slowed to a stop by the curb.

Aella glanced at him, her voice calm and distant. “Then we’ll start with separation.”

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No matter what he said, she wasn’t giving up on leaving him.

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Tyrone stood frozen as she got into the car. He watched the taillights fade into the distance. His body was weak, leaning against a tree just to stay upright.

A few minutes later, Noel rushed over. “Mr. Winter, the security footage shows Ms. Caldwell leaving her house late last night.”

His report snapped Tyrone out of his daze. He turned without a word and got into his car.

Two nights later, his insomnia returned. He couldn’t sleep at all.

In the past, whenever he lay awake, Aella would stay up with him.

She’d fuss over him, trying different ways to help him rest. Aella would work harder to take care of everything around him.

Now the house was silent. So quiet that he could hear only his breathing and heartbeat.

Restless, Tyrone paced the bedroom barefoot. He picked up his phone and started scrolling aimlessly. It was already 5:30 a.m. when he saw Aella’s latest post on Instagram.

The short video was taken in the garden at Webster Manor.

Tyrone’s chest tightened again, an irritation and ache rising for reasons he couldn’t explain.

“Did she stay at Webster Manor again last night?”

Tyrone stormed into the dressing room, tearing off his clothes.

As he moved, the handmade crystal pendant he always carried slipped from his pocket and landed on his slipper.

He bent down to pick it up and froze,

Tyrone stared blankly at the photo. Inside the clear crystal lay a tiny photo of a baby, no more than five inches tall. The baby’s dark, glistening eyes seemed to stare right back at him. Were those eyes crying, or did he simply feel cold?

Tyrone’s legs gave out. He sank into the chair, weak all over.

Holding the pendant tightly to his chest, he struggled to breathe.

He had promised Aella he’d stay away for now, that he wouldn’t disturb her. Her body had only just begun to recover after the abortion. He couldn’t upset her again.

But the words she’d said to him last night on the sidewalk kept echoing in his head. His chest

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Tyrone was in such sharp pain that he had to bend forward, clutching himself as sweat broke across his forehead.

He remembered the way Aella used to fuss over him whenever he wasn’t feeling well. How she’d stay up all night, unable to eat or sleep, worrying about him.

The thought tore through his heart like a blade. He slid off the chair and hit the floor with a dull thud.

His phone dropped on the ground. It kept ringing beside him.

But he didn’t hear a thing. His mind was drowning in guilt and grief that he shut down all the noise from the outside world.

Zera called three times in a row. Tyrone never answers her call. Finally, she gave up.

The next morning, Zera hurried out of the house Tyrone had arranged for her.

She found her family waiting right outside the gate.

Daphne wasted no time and demanded money. “Zera, you told us to sell our house and move to another city. You said we were getting in the way of you and Tyrone! Now we can’t even make a living there. If you don’t give us money today, I swear I’ll never let this go!”

Zera panicked as passersby began to glance their way. She grabbed Daphne’s arm, hissing under her breath, “Keep your voice down! This place isn’t mine! Tyrone gave it to me!”

Shirley chimed in and reminded, “Your nephews are both in school. Julian and Daphne have bills piling up. You should be helping them out. Ask Tyrone for more money–enough to buy two houses, and make sure they’re in good neighborhoods.”

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