Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 422

**TITLE: A Message On Whatsapp 422**
**Chapter 422: Zera Arrived**

How could someone as extraordinary as Zera be so easily tossed aside for another woman? The very thought gnawed at the edges of Tyrone’s mind, but the reality was unfolding right before him.

Zera reached out, her fingers trembling as they sought the warmth of Tyrone’s hands. But he recoiled sharply, an instinctive withdrawal that spoke volumes. The suddenness of his movement caused him to inadvertently step on Brad’s foot, eliciting a sharp yelp of pain.

“Ouch!” Brad exclaimed, his voice echoing through the tense atmosphere.

The onlookers exchanged bewildered glances, their confusion palpable as they tried to decipher the cause of Tyrone’s abrupt reaction.

Aella, ever observant, noticed the storm brewing on Tyrone’s face—his expression darkening with each passing second, anger simmering just beneath the surface.

Zera, caught in a moment of disbelief, froze in place. Her hands hung limply in the air as she stared at him, shock etching itself into her features. The tears began to flow, cascading down her cheeks as she struggled to comprehend the situation.

“Tyrone, we loved each other, at least once! What does that mean now?” she cried, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions.

The crowd fell silent, the tension thick enough to slice through. They held their collective breath, waiting for Tyrone’s response.

Finished.

Raine, unable to contain her anger, dashed over and forcefully pushed Zera away from Tyrone. “So you’re the one who made my brother fight with our parents!” she accused, her voice laced with fury.

She raised her hand, poised to strike, but Brad intervened, grabbing her wrist just in time.

Zera glanced at Tyrone, who stood there like a statue—cold, immovable, and utterly unresponsive to her plight. This indifference only intensified her tears, each sob a testament to her despair.

“Please, Tyrone, I need to talk to you alone. Can we step outside for just a minute?” she pleaded, desperation coloring her tone.

Aella couldn’t help but think, Nice move. With just one sentence, Zera had deftly highlighted the special bond she once shared with Tyrone.

But Tyrone’s demeanor shifted, his face darkening further, exuding an aura that warned everyone to keep their distance.

He fixed his gaze on Zera, his eyes sharp and piercing.

“Before I even consider your request, tell me—how did you know exactly where to find me and at this moment?”

Zera faltered, her heart racing as guilt washed over her. She looked down, unable to meet his penetrating stare.

“Tyrone, can’t we discuss this privately?” she sobbed, her voice barely above a whisper.

What was happening?

Why did this feel so different from what Julian and Daphne had described?

Why was Tyrone treating her like this?

In an unexpected outburst, Tyrone snapped, “Guards, get her out of here!”

The crowd gasped collectively, a ripple of shock coursing through them.

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