Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269 Everyone Has Their Own Specialty

After marrying Tyrone, Aella did her best to manage their little home.

She chose everything herself–from the cups to the entire style of the house.

She planted flowers by the front door and trees in the yard.

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She told Tyrone that this was the home they would live in together for the rest of their lives. She cherished it deeply.

But after only three years, everything changed.

They sat quietly in the car for a long time without saying a word.

Finally, Aella spoke, “I’m tired. I just want to go home.”

Tyrone looked at her for a few seconds, then started the car.

That quiet afternoon, Tyrone locked himself in his study and didn’t come out.

Aella went to her room and took a nap.

Even though they were in the same house, they didn’t speak at all.

At dinner time, Tyrone finally left his study.

He walked into the main bedroom and saw Aella packing her things.

He noticed her ID, their marriage certificate, and a stack of folders–all the documents she would need for the divorce.

Tyrone instinctively clutched his chest, his steps unsteady, and backed out of the room.

Aella finished packing and came out, only to find Tyrone’s study door shut tight.

She made herself some food, then went back to her room to rest.

On the outside, everything looked normal, but Aella felt anxious inside,

She wished it were already Monday morning.

Late that night, in the study, Tyrone stood alone in his study by the large window, smoking.

Empty bottles were scattered across the table behind him. The ticking of the clock made him

even more restless.

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On the weekend, Aella woke up with nothing planned. She went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Tyrone came in, walked up to her, and said, “Let me help you.”

He reached for the eggs to fry them, but Aella turned off the stove and stopped him.

Tyrone grabbed her wrist and looked straight at her. “I just want to make breakfast with you. Is that so wrong?”

Aella took the eggs from him and sighed.

“Tyrone, I’ll be honest. I can’t eat anything you touch. And if you make it yourself? That’s even harder. It reminds me of the blueberry cake you made for Zera.”

Tyrone’s face darkened as he heard that.

He stared at her and said, “I know I was wrong. What can I do to make you forgive me?”

Aella snapped back, “If you were me, could you get over it?”

They looked at each other in silence, and then Tyrone left the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, Aella sat in the dining room, staring at the breakfast she’d made. She didn’t have any appetite at all.

In the study, Tyrone lay on the couch, completely drained.

He had no energy left, no way to fix anything.

Aella thought the weekend would just pass like this.

But that night, Tyrone came out of his room dressed neatly and said he had booked a table at a

restaurant.

Aella thought for a moment, changed her clothes, and went out with him.

At eight o’clock, they arrived at a fancy steakhouse in Vleka.

Tyrone ordered Aella’s favorite meal and some chocolate truffles.

When the food came, Tyrone cut the steak and placed it in front of her.

Seeing that Aella hadn’t pick up her fork, Tyrone said, “You’ve always liked this place. There’s a new chef just started yesterday. Try it and see how it tastes.”

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Aella picked up her fork and knife, forced herself to take a bite, then put them down again.

Tyrone looked at her. “What’s wrong?”

Aella said, “Tyrone, haven’t you noticed? Every time we come here, I barely eat. And when we get home, I always end up going to the fridge for more food.”

Tyrone’s expression slowly darkened. He looked at her and gently put down his fork and knife.

Looking into his eyes, Aella said, “Before, it was because you liked it. So even if I didn’t, I pretended I did.”

Tyrone swallowed hard. “And now?”

Aella replied, “Now, you’re not worth it. So I don’t enjoy it. Every bite is just me forcing myself.”

Tyrone’s hand on the table was clenched tightly.

He lowered his head and took a deep breath.

Then he looked at Aella and said, “If you don’t want to eat, don’t force yourself. Try your favorite chocolate truffle instead.”

Aella gave a small smile.

She said, “Haven’t you noticed? Ever since you said, ‘Everyone has their own specialty,‘ I haven’t touched chocolate truffles again.”

Tyrone closed his eyes, feeling defeated.

He remembered the time Aella had asked him to make a chocolate truffle for her.

He’d told her that everyone had their own specialty, that the restaurant’s assistant could make it better than he could, and that she should just buy it herself.

Back then, Aella had already seen the post he’d shared on Instagram.

She had only been testing him. If he could make a blueberry cake for Zera, could he make a chocolate truffle for her?

But he’d said no right away.

There was no room for discussion.

They’d had a huge fight over it.

After that, even when he bought her chocolate truffles, she never ate them ag