Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350 The Cost of Letting Go

Vivienne smiled softly as her eyes swept around Tyrone’s office.

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Her tone was cautious. “Mr. Winter, if you really want to get back together with your ex–wife, I could help mediate between you two.”

Tyrone slowly stood up, his face hardening by the second.

His cold stare pinned her in place. “Ms. Guinevere,” he warned, his voice cold, “you’re crossing the line.”

Vivienne shrugged, pretending not to mind. “Sorry, I was just saying.”

Tyrone said coldly, “Ms. Guinevere, you’ve worked with me long enough to know how I do things. When I said I’d never marry again, I meant it.”

The air in the office tightened. In just a few minutes, the mood had shifted from polite to strained.

Vivienne sighed and tried to ease the tension. “Mr. Winter, don’t take it the wrong way. Maybe I overstepped. Your mother just spoke to me earlier; she wanted me to check on you.”

Tyrone’s dark eyes narrowed slightly.

Vivienne watched him carefully, then changed the subject again. “Your ex–wife is beautiful, ambitious, and kind. If I were a man, I’d probably like her too.”

She paused, her tone softer. “But we’re born into this world to love family first, before we love others. Since she’s chosen to move on, you should respect that. Think about the people around you.”

Tyrone’s patience snapped, and he cut her off. “Sounds like you didn’t hear a word I said.”

Vivienne didn’t flinch and spoke honestly, “I heard you. If you truly love her, don’t turn that love into her cage.”

His chest tightened like a blade had pierced straight through. He turned toward the door and said sharply, “You should go.”

Their eyes met one last time. Vivienne gave a quiet apology, picked up her bag, and walked toward the door.

But right before stepping out, she looked back at him.

“Mr. Winter,” she said softly, “you and I are more alike than you think. We both put family first

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and profit above everything else.”

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Tyrone met her gaze and replied and corrected, “You’re wrong. We’re not the same.

Vivienne gave a faint smile. “Maybe not now. But before your divorce, you were

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She lingered one more second, her voice calm but cutting. Otherwise, you and your childhood sweetheart wouldn’t have ended up going separate ways.”

Tyrone’s eyes stayed on her as she walked out. When the door thut behind her, he snapped, his voice low and sharp, “Close the door!”

Four assistants rushed to obey, quietly shutting it and lowering their heads, too afraid to look at

him.

Tyrone pressed a hand against his chest, the pain stabbing deeper. He opened a drawer, pulled out a bottle of pills, and stumbled to the minibar. His hands shook as he poured himself a drink.

The office door opened again. Virginia stepped in, carrying a thermos. She froze when she saw Tyrone fumbling with the pill bottle.

Tyrone turned around quickly, slipping the painkillers into his pocket as if nothing had happened.

“Don’t bother hiding it,” Virginia said softly. “I saw everything.”

She hurried over and helped her son to the couch.

Virginia unpacked the food she’d brought, a warm, homemade meal meant to soothe his stomach. She set it in front of him. “Eat first,” she said firmly, sitting beside him to make sure he

did.

Tyrone stirred the bowl of grits absentmindedly. “Mom,” he asked quietly, “did you talk to Vivienne when you came up?”

Virginia sighed. “I’ve got a mountain of things to handle at home. I didn’t have time for her. Why are you asking?”

Tyrone shook his head. “No reason. Just curious.”

Virginia studied him for a long moment.

“So,” she asked, “have you finally thought it through? Are you ready to be engaged to her?”

Tyrone shook his head and set the spoon down.

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His tone was calm but firm. “Mom, I’m not marrying her.”

Virginia lifted the bowl of grits again and handed it to Tyrone.

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“You took Aella away without saying a word, and you brought her home safe,” she said softly. “I know you’ve made up your mind. Whether it was your choice or not, what’s done is done. Don’t overthink it. Focus on getting better. Time will heal everything.”

Tyrone’s fingers tightened around the bowl.

He had lost the woman who loved him most.

His marriage was over.

Tyrone had lost his home forever.

He knew he would never truly recover.

There were too many things he could no longer change.

No matter how much he didn’t want to let her go, he had no choice.

Virginia’s heart ached seeing her son in so much pain. His face was pale, his eyes hollow, and every breath seemed heavy.

She spoke softly, trying to reason with him, “Tyrone, I know you don’t want to let her go. But it’s over–you have to accept it. You’ve always been calm and rational. Think about the responsibility on your shoulders. Think about me, your father, and Raine. Please, listen to your mom. Don’t be so stubborn anymore.”

The pain in Tyrone’s eyes deepened.

He took a shaky breath and spoke in a low, strained voice, “Mom, don’t worry about me. It’s just I’m not ready to live the rest of my life without Aella. I just need a little more time.”

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Her son was trying to comfort her, but his words only made Virginia more uneasy.

She looked at him seriously, her tone firm but gentle. “If you truly don’t want to be engaged to Vivienne, I’ll find a way to talk to your father,” she said. “But you have to promise me to cooperate with the doctors and get your health back. That’s all I ask.”