Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11 The Divorce Papers

Tyrone picked up the divorce papers and flipped through them.

He looked at Aella once, then closed the folder and set it back down.

Tyrone fixed his eyes on Aella. His tone was calm as always. “So, you’ve got the nerve to bring up divorce. Impressive.”

Aella rose slowly.

She had loved him for years, but now she only wanted to part amicably.

Her eyes dropped to the

papers.

She tried her best to keep herself steady. “You’ve helped my family a lot these years. If we divorce, I’ll walk away with nothing. Everything you own is tied to Winter Group, and you can’t afford a scandal. If needed, I’ll hold a press conference, take the blame, and clear the name for her and her son.”

Tyrone leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.

He rubbed his forehead, tired. “Go on.”

Aella’s eyes were empty, her expression hollow. “I’ve signed the papers. Whenever you have time, we can finalize it.”

Right in front of him, she removed her wedding ring.

Tyrone reached out and caught Aella’s hand, stopping her from taking off the wedding ring.

He rose slowly, his eyes locked on her face.

“Aella,” he said, his voice steady, “things between me and Zera aren’t what you think.”

Aella yanked her hand free. Days of anger and humiliation churned inside her.

Her eyes were red as she glared at him. She forced out the words one by one. “Then what is going on between you two?”

Her voice shook as she pressed on. “You drove through a storm in the middle of the night to pick her up from the airport. You’d left home for over a month. Don’t tell me you two never hugged, never kissed, and never ended up in bed. Don’t tell me that child isn’t yours.”

Tyrone’s expression darkened. “You say you love me, but you don’t even trust me?”

“Trust?”

Her knees wobbled, and she staggered back.

She shoved him hard, her voice rising. “On our third anniversary, I made a candlelight dinner. I bought you a gift. But my husband rented out the Bayline, setting off fireworks with his first love and her son. And you ask me about trust?”

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His gaze grew heavy. “Raine told you this?”

Aella’s tears spilled before she could stop them.

At last, he had admitted it.

Her voice trembled. “Since the day I married you, I learned to wash clothes, cook meals, tie your ties, and keep the house. I learned everything I could. I did everything I could, just so I wouldn’t fall short of you.”

Her sobs broke loose. “I asked you once to make me chocolate truffles, just once, and you brushed me off with money. But for that mother and son, you personally baked a blueberry birthday cake for them.”

Tyrone only stood there, silent, watching her vent out her feelings.

That night, when she asked him to make chocolate truffles for her, she had only been testing him.

The calmer Tyrone looked, the more unbearable it was for Aella. “You used to never stay out all night. But for them, you forgot our anniversary. For them, you walked out of the house at three in the morning. The gift you gave me for our third anniversary-you gave her the exact same one!”

Tyrone frowned.

So that bracelet wasn’t lost by accident.

Aella had thrown it away.

She must have seen him with Zera at the hospital.

Her voice rose until she was shouting. “You gave up your limits for that woman! You skipped work to take her shopping. And when I caught you, you drove me away just to protect her!”

Aella’s chest burned like she couldn’t breathe.

She grabbed her hair with both hands. “These past few days I’ve been gone, I cried myself to sleep in a cheap motel. Woke up and cried again. I thought my world had collapsed. And my husband didn’t even care where I was!”

“Aella!”

Tyrone reached for her, trying to pull her close.

But Aella shoved him away, her voice raw and broken.

“Tyrone, what am I to you? If you loved her so much, why did you marry me?”

He caught her wrists and pulled her back against him.

“Aella, I wasn’t careful enough. I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

That one sentence shattered her completely.

Not careful enough?

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