Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393 His Move

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She was probably just playing him again. The same old game she’d always played. She wanted him to chase her, to confess, to prove that he still cared.

He’d been too impatient. That was on him.

He should’ve given her the kind of proposal women dream about. Flowers, candles, something beautiful.

He should’ve made her believe she was the only one.

Two nights later, Aella treated Daniel to dinner as a thank you. He’d helped her with the auction house and even landed her an internship at Hill Hospital.

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It was almost nine when they stepped out of the restaurant. The night air was cool and quiet. Just as Aella was about to say goodbye, Brad’s car pulled up, and he jumped out in a rush.

“Daniel, hey,” he said quickly before turning to Aella. “I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

Daniel gave a polite nod. “I’ll let you two handle it.” Then he walked away.

Aella just wanted to go home.

But Brad insisted Raine was waiting for her in one of the private rooms at the Regal Club. Before she could say a word, he was already leading her inside.

The moment she stepped in, the heavy smell of alcohol hit her.

Raine jumped up from the couch, waving. “Aella! Thank God you’re here. We were just hanging

but Tyrone’s had too much to drink.”

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Aella’s eyes narrowed. Tyrone was lying on the couch, completely still.

Brad and Raine exchanged a glance. Raine grabbed her bag and hurried out.

Brad rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Sorry about this. He’s been calling your name nonstop. His suite’s upstairs. You two are almost married anyway, so … maybe just stay with him tonight?”

Before Aella could reply, he slipped out and shut the door behind him.

Aella let out a slow breath and sat down beside Tyrone.

She knew exactly how much he could drink. No one ever got him drunk.

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And he never went to places like this.

Drunk?

Calling her name?

Not a chance.

She flexed her fingers and gave his shoulder a hard shove.

No reaction. Her gaze sharpened. She reached lower, grabbed a handful of skin near his thigh, and twisted.

His brows twitched, and a faint grunt escaped him.

Aella stood up, her face calm and cold.

In an instant, his hand shot up, catching her wrist.

She stared down at him and flung his hand away. “Done faking?”

Tyrone’s eyes met hers, dark and unreadable.

He pushed himself up slowly, voice low and husky. “I really did drink too much.”

Her expression didn’t change. “Whose idea was this?”

He hesitated, then muttered, “Brad’s.”

He sold his friend out without a second thought.

Aella couldn’t help but laugh softly.

So he’d left his brains behind somewhere.

She patted his shoulder. “Stay here. I’m going to the restroom. I’ll take you home after.”

Tyrone blinked, unsure. She wasn’t yelling?Not even mad?

But before he could say a word, she was already gone.

She didn’t go to the restroom. She walked straight out of the club, caught a cab, and left.

On her way home, she stopped to grab late night snacks for her parents and brother.

By Monday, she’d start her internship at the Hills‘ private hospital on the west side of the city.

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This time, she wouldn’t let things fall apart again. Not for her. Not for him.

She wanted both of them to live freely.

She wanted to be happy, make money, love herself, and love her family.

That old life where she had to suffer was gone.

That was her new beginning.

But the Winters didn’t see it that way.

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As the wedding date crept closer and no marriage license appeared, the tension inside their mansion thickened. The elders, especially, were running low on patience.

Early one morning, Virginia spotted Tyrone coming down the stairs and blocked his path. “When are you planning to get that marriage license with Aella?”

He lowered his gaze, his face blank. “There’s no rush.”

Her eyes narrowed.

She looked him up and down, then leaned close enough to catch the faint trace of cologne on him.

Her tone turned sharp. “Don’t tell me that woman came back.”

The moment she said it, Tyrone’s expression darkened.

He glared at her. “Mom, I’m marrying Aella. Stop bringing up that woman’s name.”

Virginia pointed at him. “You think I like talking about her? Look at you! Aella’s done everything for you. If you didn’t still have feelings for that woman, you wouldn’t be treating her like this.”

Tyrone’s voice was weary. “Mom, you’re wrong. There’s nothing going on.”

Virginia’s eyes flashed. “You probably did something to push Aella away so you can pretend to be the victim. Then when she walks, you’ll have an excuse to go crawling back to Zera.”

Tyrone snapped, his voice sharp. “If I ever get married, the only woman I’ll marry is Aella!”

He didn’t give her a chance to reply. He brushed past her and walked out the door.

Virginia stood at the top of the stairs, watching her son disappear. Her lips pressed together, but

eyes softened with worry.

her

She knew exactly how much that girl loved him—and how much she had already lost because

of it.