Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109 Waiting for the Exact Moment.

Warren excused himself, saying he needed a smoke, and quietly left the room.

Inside the hospital ward, Aella poured a glass of water for Virginia.

Virginia hesitated before speaking, “Aella, as a mother who raised such a disappointing son, I really don’t have the right to lecture you. But seeing you two tear each other apart like this–it’s torture for me too.”

Ever since Zera and Orson came back, Aella had been asking for a divorce. Virginia had watched every move Tyrone made.

He’d said he wouldn’t agree, and she knew him well enough—if he didn’t want the divorce, he’d use every trick to stop it.

The harder Aella fought, the more she risked losing.

Virginia sighed. “Aella, sometimes when there’s no way forward, swallowing your pride can be a kind of strength. I’m not taking sides—I just want to remind you, you can turn that humiliation into a tool.”

Aella lowered her eyes.

No matter what she did, Tyrone outmaneuvered her.

He was smarter, with a lot more influence, so he was always three steps ahead. She had nowhere to go.

Virginia continued softly, “Aella, think of your parents. Think of your brother. I just don’t want to see you throw away your future over a moment of pride.”

Seeing Aella’s expression falter, she added gently, “Every relationship is a kind of exchange, even marriage. Tyrone keeps getting the upper hand because you rely on feelings to keep things together, not benefits.”

Her words were calm, but they cut deep. “Start treating your marriage like an exchange of interests, and you’ll find it easier to breathe.”

After Virginia left, Aella stayed behind, quiet, torn between determination and hesitation.

She glanced toward the hallway and saw Warren pacing, hunched over, worry etched into every line of his face.

Her already battered heart ached again.

Her parents had raised her in comfort and love, never lifting a hand or raising their voices. Even learning about her miserable marriage, they hadn’t blamed her. They sold heirloom jewelry to buy her freedom, urging her to start over abroad.

And now, her father looked broken, consumed by anguish.

Her mother lay unconscious, fighting for her life.

Her younger brother called three times a day–from school, at lunch, and at night–asking if their mother had worsened or if Tyrone had hurt her again.

Her family had given her unconditional love, the kind that held her up through everything.

How could she abandon them now?

Standing in the doorway, tears brimming, Aella whispered, “Dad … I’ve decided. I’m not getting divorced.”

Warren’s eyes reddened as he lowered his head, unable to speak past the lump in his throat.

Swallowing her bitterness, Aella dialed Tyrone’s number.

His voice was calm and steady on the other end. “Pack your things. I’ll have the driver pick you up later.”

A few hours later, at Bluehaven Residences.

Aella stood at the doorstep, hands clenched at her sides.

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