Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 245

Once Cast–Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen

Chapter 245 Crazy Woman

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Zera stumbled into the living room, still off balance. Clyde snatched up a vase, fury blazing across his face. “I swear, I’ll kill you!” he shouted.

Zera froze. She hadn’t expected Clyde to be home. Her breath caught, and she bolting toward the door.

spun around,

At the entrance, she turned back and shouted, “Aella! I’ll be waiting for you downstairs!”

Aella watched as Zera ran into the elevator and vanished behind the closing doors. Then she stepped forward, stopping Clyde before he could give chase.

Clyde’s anger hadn’t cooled. “That woman’s out of control! She barged into our house like it’s hers!”

Miriam grabbed the vase from her son’s hands. “Don’t waste your breath,” she snapped. “That kind of woman has no shame. She’ll do anything. Ignore her.”

Warren sat on the couch, his face dark and tight. He said nothing.

Aella hesitated, then spoke softly. “Dad, Mom, I’ll deal with her. I’ll be right back.”

She went to her room, changed her clothes, grabbed an umbrella, and walked out the door.

Her parents‘ home was her last refuge.

Her family was the line in the sand.

And she would never let Zera cross it.

A drizzle graced the night.

The streetlights glowed faintly through the mist.

At the edge of the neighborhood, near the hedge, Zera stood in the downpour. Her umbrella was still upstairs, forgotten. Rain clung to her hair and clothes, plastering them to her skin.

When she saw Aella walking toward her, calm and unhurried, the anger boiling inside her snapped loose.

She lunged forward and shouted, “Aella, you miserable woman! You keep saying you want a divorce, yet you dragged Tyrone all the way to Euravia to sleep with you! You claim you want nothing, and now you’re even stealing the birthday gift he bought for my son!”

Aella closed her umbrella and set it down beside her.

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She stepped forward, grabbed Zera by the hair, and pulled hard.

A sharp sound cracked through the rain.

Then another.

And another.

And another.

Aella’s hand struck fast, each slap louder than the last.

Zera staggered backward, helpless against the blows.

Blood trickled from her nose and lips.

One final strike sent her crashing into a muddy puddle, water splashing high around her.

Aella lifted her hand, shaking off the sting, then stopped.

She bent to pick up her umbrella and looked down at Zera from above.

Her voice was ice–cold. “If you ever show up here again to bother my family, I’ll slap you every time I see you.”

Zera struggled to her feet. Her high heels sank into the mud, her movements clumsy and slow.

Her eyes burned with hatred.

“Aella,” she hissed, “I can’t stand that fake, self–righteous face of yours.

“You blacklisted me in the hospital system so I can’t book appointments with you. You’re jealous because you lost your baby. You hate me because Tyrone cares about my son. You’re bitter, and you’re taking it out on me! You’re dragging this divorce out!

“Tyrone has always known my son isn’t his, yet he still protects us. He chose me. He chose my child. He chose to hurt you! And even now, you still won’t divorce him?”

Aella stood quietly, her gaze calm.

She said evenly, “Zera, it’s true you had a part in what happened between Tyrone and me. But no matter what went wrong between us, I never targeted you.”

Pain and betrayal didn’t excuse his actions.

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Every scar came from Tyrone alone.

It was his choice. No one else’s.

Her words stayed sharp. “Zera, as a woman, I’ll give you one piece of advice. Don’t pin your future on a man. Marriage isn’t a woman’s salvation. You’re better off relying on yourself.”

Zera laughed, her voice trembling with disbelief. “You’re ridiculous, Aella. When your family went bankrupt, if Tyrone hadn’t married you, do you really think you’d be standing here right now?”

Aella didn’t respond.

For a moment, she thought of her past self–the girl who believed Tyrone was her savior, the one she could depend on forever.

Thank God she had woken up.

Zera pointed at her, her words laced with venom. “Stop pretending you’re some saint. You can’t let go of him. You’re clinging to your place in the Winter family. You love the power. You love the name.”

Rain poured harder. Zera’s eyes reddened, her voice cracking. “If you really wanted to end things, you’d have left the country for good! But you didn’t. You’re just keeping him close, waiting for him to regret it and crawl back to you!”

Aella stood under her umbrella, silent and steady.

When Zera finally ran out of rage, Aella spoke, her tone calm and measured. “I grew up in Vleka. My family’s here. My friends are here. My career is here. I still go to the breakfast place I loved as a kid. I still eat at the old barbecue shop. This city carries over 20 years of my life. It’s my home.”

Her eyes were clear and unwavering. “Why would I give that up for a man who betrayed me? Why would I throw away everything I’ve built because of him?”

Zera’s voice quivered. “Aella, you studied psychology. You know that when a woman truly wants to leave, she walks away. She gives everything up. If you really wanted to go, you would’ve gone.”

Aella smiled faintly. “I’m not like other women.”

Her gaze locked on Zera. “Leaving everything behind because of a man isn’t strength. It’s an excuse. It’s running away and punishing yourself for his mistake.”

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