Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308 The Breaking Point

Before long, Aella was drenched in a thin layer of sweat.

She steadied her breathing and forced herself to speak clearly. “Tyrone, we’re divorced!”

She glared at him. “So what if Mason hugged me to help me today? Even if I slept with him, it wouldn’t have anything to do with you!”

Before she could finish, Tyrone snapped. “Aella, don’t

Their eyes locked, tension thick in the air.

you dare!”

Aella’s voice was calm but sharp. “Why wouldn’t I dare? If I wanted, I could nod my head and have a line of men waiting to crawl into my bed.”

She didn’t even finish before Tyrone grabbed her and kissed her hard, completely losing control.

His breathing turned ragged. He trapped her in his arms, his possessiveness so strong it felt like he wanted to crush her.

His hand slid down, yanking at her dress strap with practiced ease. His fingers brushed her back as he unhooked the clasp.

She couldn’t break free–he was too strong.

Her back went cold, and her heart clenched tight.

“Tyrone, are you insane?”

Aella held her dress up with all her strength, fighting to keep it from slipping.

Tyrone gripped her waist, his voice low and rough, his eyes bloodshot with desire.

His touch softened for a moment, then his breath brushed her ear. “Aella, you can only sleep with me.”

He growled, “If any man touches you, I’ll kill him.”

Aella’s fear finally surfaced.

She had always known Tyrone was manipulative and cold, but she had never seen him this unhinged before.

Panic hit her. She pushed against him, struggling hard.

But he inhaled her familiar scent, refusing to let go.

His breathing was out of control now. Every muscle in his body was tense from restraint.

“Aella,” he warned, “you’re mine. I won’t let anyone else have you.”

Aella’s mind was spinning. Her heart raced, her hands trembling.

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If she’d known this would happen, she would rather have stayed downstairs forever.

Just then, Vivienne’s voice came from outside the door.

Aella froze, her entire body going rigid.

If anyone saw them like this, there would be no explaining it.

People always admired the powerful.

They would only say she couldn’t let go of Tyrone’s wealth–that she was the one trying to seduce him.

They’d paint her as the desperate ex–wife, clinging to the rich heir to get back together.

Aella tightened her grip on her dress, afraid to move or make a sound. Tyrone just pulled her closer from behind.

Then Brad’s voice came from the hall, saying to Vivienne that Tyrone was downstairs.

A few minutes later, he knocked on the door softly. “The hallway’s clear. You can come out now.”

Tyrone hesitated, reluctant, but finally released her.

Aella scrambled to fix her clothes, her hands shaking.

Smack!

She slapped him hard across the face.

They stared at each other in silence.

Before he could speak, she yanked the door open.

Brad was standing right there. His eyes dropped to the faint marks on her neck, and he pointed toward the

restroom.

Aella felt her face heat up.

She ran her fingers through her hair to cover the marks and quickly walked toward the bathroom.

Brad stepped inside. The air still carried tension and heat.

He handed Tyrone a cigarette. “You held it together all night, but the second you saw Mason hug Aella, you snapped, huh?”

Tyrone stood by the window, cigarette between his fingers, saying nothing.

He had his back to Brad, so he couldn’t see the look on his face.

Brad walked up beside him and teased, “Pretty sure I heard a slap just now.”

Tyrone lifted his hand, brushing the cheek she’d hit, but stayed silent.

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He turned his head and glanced at Brad but didn’t say anything.

When the cigarette burned out, they both headed downstairs.

Aella came out of the bathroom later, borrowing a shawl from Aurelia to cover her neck.

She said goodbye to Daniel and slipped out early.

Sayer tugged at the fringe on her shawl. “Aella, are you cold?”

Aella forced a calm smile. “I accidentally spilled water on my dress earlier. It’s not really fit to wear.”

Henry was getting sleepy, so he left with Mason, walking out beside Aella.

At the entrance, Henry grabbed Aella’s fingers. “Dad, I want to go to Clyde’s house.”

Mason picked him up gently. “Aella’s tired tonight and has work tomorrow. You need to be good.”

Henry pouted. “Then you come too! We can all sleep at Aella’s house, and you can drive her to work tomorrow.”

Before he could finish, Sayer grabbed his ear playfully. “You little rascal, you’re not looking for a mom for yourself–you’re trying to find a wife for your dad!”

Mason gave Aella an embarrassed smile. “Sorry, Dr. Reid. Kids say whatever comes to mind. I’ll talk to him.

ater.”

After Mason and Henry left, Aella, Clyde, and Sayer all got into the car and headed home.

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