Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 417

**TITLE: A Message On Whatsapp 417**
**Chapter 417: Tell Zera to Come Back!**

Kayla leaned in closer, her hand lightly resting on Aella’s shoulder, a gesture meant to comfort. “Don’t fret, Aella. I’ll devise a plan just for you. Your birthday is approaching, isn’t it? When exactly is that special day?”

Aella’s gaze drifted toward Daphne and Julian, who were engaged in their own conversation not too far away. “It’s on November 8th. The celebration is set to take place at the Regal Hotel. You absolutely must be there.”

Kayla cleared her throat, her tone shifting to one of determination. “On your birthday, I’ll ensure that you and Tyrone find your way back to each other. If everything goes according to plan and you manage to conceive the next heir for the Winters, you’ll be marrying into one of the most prestigious families. Just think about the life you could lead!”

Aella felt a wave of shock wash over her.

This was not part of the “plan” that she and Kayla had rehearsed so meticulously.

Kayla pressed on, her enthusiasm unwavering. “Once you’re carrying his child, it won’t matter who Tyrone has feelings for. You’ll have the upper hand, and you’ll come out on top.”

Aella waved her hand dismissively, a frown forming on her face. “But Tyrone left his family for the woman he loves. He must have deep feelings for her. I can’t shake the fear that he might blame me for all of this.”

Kayla’s smile widened, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. “Good men are worth fighting for, Aella. If you don’t put in the effort, you’ll miss out on fame and fortune. Opportunities like this don’t come around often. Trust me on this—by your birthday, you’ll officially be Mrs. Winter.”

With that, they wrapped up their seafood shopping, the two of them sharing light-hearted banter as Kayla paid for their purchases. Linking arms, they sauntered away from the stall, laughter bubbling between them like a refreshing stream.

Suddenly, a loud crash interrupted their jovial mood. Daphne had dropped the colander she had been holding, the metal clattering against the floor.

In a flurry of panic, she yanked Julian into a small, cluttered storage room, the air thick with tension.

“Last time I told you to reach out to your sister and bring her back, what did she say?” Daphne’s voice was sharp, filled with urgency.

Julian looked visibly anxious, his innocence betraying him. He muttered, “Zera mentioned that her divorce isn’t finalized yet. She’s out of funds and wants to squeeze a bit more from that Hansen guy before she considers coming back.”

Daphne’s fury bubbled over. “She’s already had the baby! If she could’ve gotten the money, she would have done it ages ago. Why is she dragging her feet now?”

Her eyes glinted with a fierce determination. “Remember, your sister had her sights set on saving that Winter guy. We all rallied around her. It took an entire year! I advised her to get pregnant first and to marry him in secret. And what did we end up with? That old man handed her a check and sent her off overseas!”

Julian hesitated, his mind racing with doubt as he pulled out his phone. “Daphne, that 60 million Zera got back then—most of it was swindled away by her classmate after some risky deals. The money we managed to keep went into a house, and the rest you used to pay off your brother’s gambling debts. Zera isn’t even divorced yet. She doesn’t have enough for a plane ticket. How can she return so quickly?”

Daphne collapsed onto the floor with a dramatic thud, her frustration spilling over into a scream as she pointed an accusing finger at him. “Marrying a useless fool like you has been the worst stroke of luck in my entire life!

“You lack skills and any family influence. Since we tied the knot, we’ve been scraping by on my family’s meager shop to support our two children. So what if I used Zera’s money to bail out my brother?

“Now that we finally have a chance to elevate ourselves, you’re sitting there doing nothing. If you had any real talents, you wouldn’t be living off my family. Go out and earn your own money!”

“Julian, if you don’t listen to me this time, I swear we’re getting a divorce!”

Faced with Daphne’s relentless pressure, Julian reluctantly dialed Zera’s number once again.

As soon as she picked up, Daphne sprang from the floor, snatching the phone out of his hand with a fierce determination.