Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392 The Real Her

This was the real her.

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Wild. Sharp. Fearless. The kind of girl who did what she wanted and never thought twice about it.

But if he didn’t act soon, if he didn’t give her something real, this wedding would go up in smoke.

Aella lifted her hand and started counting off. “Let’s be honest. Every man in your family’s a disaster. Your grandpa’s a greedy fossil who only cares about money. Your dad’s arrogant and never thought we were worth his time.”

Tyrone said nothing.

Aella’s eyes narrowed. “And me? I chased you since we were kids. You always looked like you were being punished every time I showed up.”

He stayed silent, his jaw tight.

She crossed her arms. “You’ve never told me you loved me. You didn’t even bother to propose. If that doesn’t scream that you don’t actually want this, I don’t know what does.”

Tyrone’s voice was low. “Aella, I—”

She cut him off before he could finish. “No. I get it. I won’t make this harder for either of us. You want a wife? Go find someone else. If you can’t, I’ll help you find one myself.”

Her tone hit like a slap.

Zera’s kid was already two years old. If she had to, she’d fly across the ocean and drag his precious first love back herself.

Tyrone’s face darkened, his jaw locking tight.

He stared at her, his voice deep and steady. “I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”

Aella threw up her hands. “That’s not happening, Tyrone. I’ve already made up my mind. I’ll talk to everyone and clear this mess myself. Go home, tell your parents thanks but no thanks. When they’re done grieving the daughter–in–law they lost, let me know.”

She didn’t give him time to answer. She shoved him aside and ran, her shoes slapping against the pavement.

Tyrone stood frozen, watching her disappear into the shadows. The fire in his

eyes dimmed

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“Wait, something’s wrong. Usually, it’s your brother storming off in a huff, while the witless. admirer of his will follow him around. So why’s it different today?”

“Did you see that? He didn’t even move. She just roasted him. Did he cheat on her or something?”

Tyrone turned slowly, his expression dark as thunder. He knew those voices.

The two froze instantly.

He pointed at the black car parked nearby. “Get in the car.”

Raine peeked from behind Brad. “You guys handle this. I’m staying out of it.”

Brad chuckled. “Adults are talking, kid. Go play your game.”

He guided Raine to the car, slipped her headphones on, and let her dive into her game before walking back.

The night breeze stirred, carrying the silence between the two men.

Brad folded his arms. “Man, Aella used to worship you. What did you do? She’s talking about canceling the wedding.”

Tyrone shoved his hands into his pockets and stared at the tree where Aella had stood. “She’s mad I didn’t propose. Says my family’s full of jerks. Says my dad and grandpa are trash.”

He paused for a beat. “She’s mad at me too.”

Brad let out a small laugh. “Well, can you blame her? Women want romance, not ice statues. You keep giving her that ice–cold treatment, and she’ll lose it eventually.”

Tyrone didn’t respond. His eyes stayed on the dark road, his expression impossible to read.

He would fix this. He would love her right this time. He would fight for her.

He would do it this time around.

No matter what it took.

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He turned to Brad. “I’m going to propose. You’ve been to plenty of these things. Give me some pointers.

Brad grinned wide. “Easy. No girl ever says no to a romantic setup.”

He snapped his fingers. “You’ve got that luxury yacht, right? Decorate it. Lights, music, candles. Perfect scene.”

Tyrone’s face went still. Oh, that.

Not the jackpot, huh? Brad frowned and tried again. “Fine. Then rent out the waterfront. It’s stunning at night. She’ll love it.”

But Tyrone’s gaze drifted, the color draining from his face. Pain twisted deep in his chest.

The words yacht and waterfront tore through him like a knife.

Okay, two strikes.

Brad sighed. “Okay, then do something simple. Get a cake, some roses, make it sweet. Post it on Instagram after she says yes. Show her and everyone else that you’re serious.”

Tyrone’s thoughts buzzed, his chest tightening with every breath.

A cake. Roses. A yacht. The sea. A smiling photo.

All of it were pieces of the past he could never take back.

All of it were wounds she would never let heal.

Now the guy looks positively devastated.

Brad’s voice softened. “Don’t stress over it, man. Aella’s just dramatic. She likes attention. Remember when she faked being sick just to make you stay home? Same thing. Let me throw a small get–together in a few days. I’ll invite her. You can smooth things out then.”

The ache in Tyrone’s chest eased a little.

Brad was right.

That was Aella–wild, demanding, impossible to tame.

And this time, he’d play along. Whatever it took, he wasn’t letting her go again.