Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 1

It’s Over

Tyrone Winter’s first love, the woman he had broken up with six years ago-the one he never truly let go -suddenly returned.

Zera Caldwell brought a five-year-old boy with her.

He’d been claiming he needed to be away for business trips and hadn’t come home for a month.

Tonight was supposed to be special-their third wedding anniversary.

Aella Reid prepared a candlelight dinner. She wrapped a gift. She even sent him a message on WhatsApp.

By nine o’clock, he still hadn’t shown up. Instead, Tyrone’s sister, Raine Winter, called.

Her voice was urgent. “Check the message I sent you.”

Aella hung up and opened Raine’s chat.

One glance was enough. Her smile froze.

The plate in her hand slipped and crashed to the floor. The ceramic shards cut into her ankle. Blood seeped out in thin lines.

But she didn’t even flinch.

Raine had sent screenshots of Tyrone’s private Instagram post. He had rented out the whole Bayline Marina. Tyrone was there with his first love, celebrating their son’s birthday with fireworks.

Aella bent down and picked up her phone. She swiped through the photos one by one-beach, yacht, fireworks, roses.

And there was her husband. Holding a little boy. His wedding-banded hand resting on another woman’s waist like it belonged there.

A perfect set of romantic pictures. The caption read, “Homemade blueberry cake for the ones I love most.”

Even through the screen, the affection was overflowing.

Aella’s mind exploded with a loud crash. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

Her hands shook as she opened Tyrone’s Instagram page.

It was empty. Nothing there.

Her lips moved, but no sound came out.

At some point, Tyrone had hidden all his posts from her.

Those photos had shattered the last piece of hope she’d been holding onto, Tyrone.

Aella wouldn’t give up. She kept calling Tyrone.

If he didn’t pick up, she called again. And again.

On the third try, Tyrone hung up.

Then she got his reply. “Busy.”

Cold. Dismissive.

Helplessness, anger, jealousy, and resentment tangled inside her. They pushed and pulled at her all at once.

Aella curled into herself and clutched her head. Her chest felt like someone was ripping it apart. She gasped and couldn’t breathe.

She grabbed a fistful of her hair and screamed until her throat hurt. Then she fell apart and sobbed without sound.

There was a knock. She struggled to her feet and opened the door.

Raine froze at the sight. “Aella, are you okay?” she asked.

Tears still streaked Aella’s face. She shook her head, numb.

Raine stamped her foot in anger. “Let’s go to Bayline and find Tyrone now.”

Aella forced herself to calm down. “No. I’ll handle this with Tyrone.”

Her mother had just had bypass surgery and was still in the hospital. Aella could not collapse now.

Raine left in the early hours.

Aella moved through the villa like a spirit. She wandered from room to room without really seeing anything.

She and Tyrone had been childhood sweethearts.

Everyone in their circle knew she’d loved him since they were kids.

They are also aware that Tyrone kept a soft spot in his heart for the one he never got over.

He hadn’t married her for love; it was a family arrangement.

After three years, Aella had believed that if she tried hard enough, love would grow. She had hoped she could warm his heart.

Instead of love, she found evidence of his grand reunion with that old flame.

Her childhood crush, her adult hope-25 years of her life-felt used up.

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