Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 426

**TITLE: A Message On Whatsapp 426**
**CONTENT: Once Cast-Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen**

**Chapter 426: The Gift**

Tyrone gently urged, “Aella, please don’t cry. I promise I will respect whatever choice you make.”

In that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of acceptance wash over him. Whatever her decision, he would embrace it wholeheartedly. He had no alternative; he was bound by the gravity of his feelings and the reality of their situation.

He thought to himself, if they could revert to being childhood friends, at least she would remain a part of his life. He could still catch glimpses of her laughter, still stand beside her, even if the nature of their relationship had shifted. It was a bittersweet comfort, but it was better than nothing.

Tyrone was determined to dedicate his entire life to demonstrating that he truly recognized his mistakes, that he had learned and grown from them.

His love for her was genuine, profound.

“I promise you, Aella,” he declared with unwavering resolve, “as long as you find happiness, I will do anything within my power to support you.”

Gradually, Aella’s tears began to subside. The tension in her body eased, little by little, like a flower unfurling its petals to the warmth of the sun.

This time, she made a conscious choice to trust him.

In a soft voice, she replied, “Tyrone, my only wish is that we can all live well in this life. All of us.”

Tyrone pressed his lips together, summoning every ounce of strength he had to respond.

Their eyes locked, and a fragile smile broke across their faces, a shared moment of understanding.

Yet, the smiles were laced with contrasting emotions—joy intertwined with sorrow, hope mingling with tears.

Two hours later, Tyrone pulled up to Aella’s house, ensuring she was safely home.

As she unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to him, she said with a hint of concern, “Tyrone, please drive slowly on your way back. Be careful out there.”

Tyrone watched her as she stepped out of the car and closed the door with a soft click. A sharp pang gripped his heart, tightening around it like a vice, making it difficult to breathe.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears, the weight of his emotions twisting his smile into something bittersweet, almost mocking himself for the situation he found himself in.

But even in this painful moment, he clung to the idea that this wasn’t the worst outcome. At least she still regarded him as a brother, still cared enough to remind him to drive safely.

Upon entering her home, Aella was greeted by the sight of her parents, Warren and Miriam, perched on the couch, their faces etched with exhaustion. Clyde was sprawled out on the couch, sound asleep.

A wave of warmth and guilt surged through her. “Dad, Mom, why aren’t you asleep yet?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.

Aella approached and gently shook Clyde awake.

“Finally home, are you?” Clyde murmured sleepily, handing her the warm cup of milk he had been cradling. He then trudged off to his room, yawning as he went.

Aella felt a swell of affection for her family.

Miriam, her brow furrowed with concern, said, “You must be starving after such a late night. Drink something to settle your stomach. I’ll have your dad heat up some food.”

Aella quickly interjected, “No, Dad, Mom, please don’t worry about me. I already ate.”

Tyrone, knowing about her low blood sugar, had thoughtfully purchased some food from a stand earlier and discreetly shared it with her on the way home. She had nibbled on it, grateful for his consideration.

Warren, still concerned, asked, “Aella, what happened with Tyrone tonight? Did he give you a hard time?”

Despite their conversation earlier that night, despite the fragile agreement they had reached, she couldn’t accept these gifts.

She needed to find a moment to return them, to sever the ties that still bound her to the past.

The pain Tyrone had inflicted still lingered in her memories, woven into the fabric of her life. They could never return to the way things were, but perhaps she could find a way to view Tyrone in the same light as Brad.

By doing so, she hoped the ache in her heart would lessen, allowing her to move forward.

She longed to live well in this life, and she wished for Tyrone to find his own path to happiness as well.

With the tumult of emotions finally settling within her, Aella felt a wave of relief wash over her. She surrendered to the embrace of sleep, her mind quieting as she drifted off.

**Finished**

As dawn approached, around four in the morning, Tyrone returned to Bluchaven, his heart heavy with unspoken words. He was greeted by the sight of Brad standing at his front door, arms crossed like a sentinel.

Upon seeing Tyrone, Brad straightened up, his curiosity piqued. “Why are you alone? Where’s Aella? Did it fall apart? Did she reject you again?”

Tyrone shot him a cold, piercing glance that silenced him instantly.

Without a word, he opened the door, stepping inside and shutting it firmly in Brad’s face.

Leaning against the entryway cabinet, exhaustion washed over him. He stood there for a moment, allowing the quiet of the house to envelop him. His gaze fell upon the empty shoe bench, a stark reminder of what once was.

In the days when he and Aella had shared this space, the shoe rack had been filled with her vibrant footwear—each pair a reflection of her playful spirit. Her slippers, adorned with cartoon characters, had been cute and charming, encapsulating the essence of who she was.

As he stood there, memories flooded back, each one a bittersweet echo of a love that had once flourished within these walls.