Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 437

**TITLE: A Message On Whatsapp 437**
**CONTENT: Chapter 436 Tossed Out**

The door swung open with a determined push, and Anna strode in, her handbag elegantly perched on her arm. In a flurry of motion, Daphne scrambled to gather the strewn luggage, shoving it hastily into the corner as if trying to hide the chaos that had unfolded.

Anna surveyed the disheveled living room, her sharp eyes taking in every detail before she made a beeline for Zera. “Zera, what on earth happened here?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.

As soon as Zera caught sight of her aunt, the dam broke, and she erupted into a torrent of tears. “Aunt Anna, Daphne wants to throw us out!” Her voice trembled with a mix of anguish and disbelief.

Anna grasped Zera’s hand gently, her heart aching for her niece. “It’s okay. I’m here now,” she reassured her, squeezing her hand with warmth.

Turning her attention to Shirley, Anna’s voice took on an edge of urgency. “Shirley, blood is thicker than water. How can you just stand by while your son and his wife push your own daughter out? This is unacceptable!”

Yet, even in the face of Anna’s fervent plea, Shirley remained steadfast beside her son. “Anna, please watch your tone. Julian and Daphne have their struggles. This place is cramped enough as it is—adding two more people is simply too much.”

Zera’s heart sank as she looked at her mother, betrayal etched across her face. “Mom, she just tried to throw you out too! How can you still take their side?” Her voice was a mixture of hurt and confusion.

Shirley shot back with a fierce glare. “Don’t speak nonsense, Zera. Daphne may have a sharp tongue, but she has a soft heart. She’s just trying to shoulder the burden, that’s all.”

Daphne jumped in, eager to smooth over the tension. “Anna, don’t take Zera’s words to heart. Siblings argue sometimes; it’s normal. She’s my husband’s little sister, and raising a child alone is no easy feat. I would never actually kick her out.”

Anna’s gaze fell on the pile of luggage in the corner, anger boiling within her. “Zera nearly went to jail for this family! Without her sacrifices, you wouldn’t have been able to afford a place in Vleka. Aren’t you ashamed of how you’re treating her?”

She continued, her voice rising, “I’ve already repaid the 60 million dollars Zera owed the Winters. My brother passed away too soon; I only have one niece and one nephew. This apartment still belongs to Julian—Zera won’t fight you for it.”

Daphne plastered a forced smile on her face. “Anna, we’re all family here—there’s no need to draw lines. Whenever Zera comes back, this will always be her home.”

Anna turned to Zera, her expression softening. “I’ll help you find a place to stay. Don’t engage with them any further.”

With tears glistening in her eyes, Zera nodded. “Thank you, Aunt Anna. I’ll do as you say.”

That very night, Zera packed her belongings, gathered her child, and left with Anna, seeking refuge.

As soon as they departed, Daphne’s demeanor shifted dramatically. She spat on the floor in disgust, her voice dripping with disdain. “Julian, look at that! Anyone would think your sister was Anna’s daughter.”

Later that evening, Anna led Zera and her son to the third floor of her beauty clinic, a place that exuded a sense of calm and professionalism.

Holding Zera’s hand, she said, “This is my clinic. This suite is where I rest between clients. You and the boy can stay here for now.”

Zera clutched her aunt’s hand tightly, fear and uncertainty swirling within her. “Aunt Anna, I’ve offended Tyrone. I can’t go back to Tuspuyria; Julian and Daphne won’t accept me. What am I supposed to do now?”

Anna sighed deeply, her expression softening. “Your mother and brother have filled me in on everything. Don’t fret about Tyrone—I’ve smoothed things over on that front. I’ve also taken care of the 60 million. As long as you steer clear of provoking him again, he won’t come after you.”

A sense of relief washed over Zera, but it was quickly overshadowed by bitterness. She had invested years of cunning and strategy into her relationship with Tyrone. Why should it all end like this?

Anna’s gaze drifted to little Orson, who was playing innocently a short distance away. She pulled out a tissue and gently dabbed at Zera’s tears. “Listen closely, Zera. While the outside world remains unaware that you have a child…”

She gave Zera a knowing look, her meaning clear.

Zera’s eyes flickered to her son, resentment pooling within her.

She hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. “Aunt Anna, the child’s father is already married and living abroad. I tried to find him—he wouldn’t accept the boy. I had no choice but to bring him back here.”

The more she spoke, the more her hatred for her past choices surged.

Years ago, she had taken the Winters’ 60 million from that old fossil and fled overseas. She had set her sights on Leonardo, the younger son of the Hansens, orchestrating a pregnancy with the hope of marrying into their family for life.

Who could have predicted that the scoundrel would refuse to take responsibility? He had tossed her some cash and married his fiancée, closing the door on her dreams.

Zera had initially planned to abandon the baby at the Hansens’ doorstep and return home, but the Winters’ patriarch had kept a close watch on her.

Her plans had crumbled, forcing her into a marriage filled with abuse, yet she had insisted on naming her child Orson—an act of defiance meant to ensure that one day, back in Vleka, Tyrone would know she would never let him go, and guilt would consume him.

She had never imagined that upon her return, Tyrone would strip away her facade and hand her over to the police himself.

After all her careful preparations, she had been left with no chance to speak, no opportunity to act.

Anna guided Zera into the bedroom and shut the door behind them, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Zera, don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment. That child has to be sent away.”

Zera held onto her aunt’s hand, desperation creeping into her tone. “Aunt Anna, Leonardo did give me money back then, but the boy is registered under my name. Where could I possibly send him?”

Anna patted Zera’s shoulder, trying to instill a sense of calm. “Relax. Money talks—I’ll take care of this.”

Zera’s face twisted with anger. “Aunt Anna, I’m in this situation because of Tyrone’s fiancée. She’s the one who deceived me into coming back. I want her to pay.”

If she had to suffer, then Tyrone and his fiancée could forget about their happiness.

If she couldn’t have Tyrone, then she would ensure his fiancée wouldn’t have him either.

Irritated and raw with frustration, he stepped outside, calls going unanswered and messages left unread.

Noel approached cautiously. “Mr. Winter, should we head back?”

Tyrone shook his head, determination setting in. “City center.”

He had learned that Daniel had arrived the previous day.

If Aella wasn’t at work today, it was likely she was with him.

Tyrone had rushed over empty-handed the night before; with the weather turning, he needed to buy her some things.

After ten, they found themselves on the third floor of the city’s most opulent mall, Noel trailing behind, both hands laden with shopping bags.

Without uttering a word, Tyrone dove into a women’s boutique. Noel remained silent, knowing better than to interrupt.

Whatever had compelled his boss last night had spurred them across an ocean and now into a shopping spree for a girl he hadn’t even seen.

After an hour, they emerged, burdened with bags.

As they approached the car, Noel’s eyes widened. “Mr. Winter—Ms. Reid.”

Tyrone looked up to see Aella with Daniel, both of them emerging from the mall, their arms filled with shopping bags.

Aella’s mood seemed buoyant, her eyes sparkling with joy. “Daniel, you’re always so busy—you didn’t have to come all this way to see me.”

Daniel placed the bags in the trunk, a gentle smile on his face as he plucked a dry leaf from Aella’s shoulder. “With your talent in sleep disorder research, you’re my lucky star. I’d be worried someone would poach you. If I could, I’d lock you away and worship you in secret.”

Aella laughed, a hint of embarrassment creeping in. “Then you’re my money magnet. I’m counting on you to make me rich. Even if you don’t want me, I’ll shamelessly cling on.”

Daniel took the rest of her bags and then noticed her shoelace was undone. He crouched down to tie it, a gesture of kindness.

Aella drew her foot back, flustered. “Daniel, I can do it myself.”

He remained where he was, a reassuring smile on his face. “Your hands are full with bags. Let me help.”

Aella couldn’t help but feel that this “money magnet” was genuinely too kind. “Daniel, don’t tie girls’ laces anymore. If your wife sees it, she’ll be mad.”