Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 111

Once Cast–Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen

Chapter 111 Won’t Interfere

Aella turned to the last page and signed her name.

Tyrone gathered the papers and took the

pen

from her.

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He even felt the slight tremor in her arm when his fingers brushed her skin.

He stepped closer and pulled her gently into his embrace.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He just held her quietly, the way lovers might after apart.

Aella stayed stiff against him, numb to the warmth of his chest.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out.

years

From now on, she would no longer be his childhood sweetheart, his wife, or his lover–just Mrs. Winter.

She had to be obedient, accommodating, and careful.

She couldn’t cry, couldn’t make a scene.

She had to preserve Tyrone’s dignity while silently enduring Zera and Orson’s presence.

From this day forward, she would be nothing but a shield, a cover for his reputation.

“I’ll run you a bath,” Tyrone said, breaking through her daze.

He led her to the bathroom. After she showered, he dried her hair and carried her to bed.

That night, thankfully, he did nothing more than hold her as they slept.

In the dark room, Aella lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

Every awakening came with pain.

Now she finally understood.

Growing up meant losing the person she once was.

She barely slept. By dawn, she was already up.

Miriam had been transferred to a regular ward last night, so Aella needed to go to the hospital.

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But as she tried to get out of bed, an arm circled her waist..

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Tyrone, still half–asleep, pulled her close and murmured in his husky morning voice, “Why not sleep a little longer?”

Aella looked at him briefly, then slipped out of bed.

At the double vanity, their reflections met in the mirror.

Tyrone handed her a toothbrush, toothpaste already applied.

Aella hesitated before taking it, her face blank.

Three

years of marriage, and she’d lost count of how many times he’d done this–squeezing toothpaste, handing her a towel, those little gestures that had once made her fall deeper into this marriage.

She lingered in the bathroom before finally stepping out.

Tyrone draped an arm around her shoulders. “Your mom’s awake. You can visit her later.”

For the first time in days, a flicker of emotion crossed her exhausted face.

Tyrone continued, “Dr. Moss is flying back to Tuspuyria today. I’ll see him off and thank him in person. You’ve always had a good eye. Help me pick a suit.”

Aella stayed frozen.

He was reminding her that the specialist had rushed overnight to treat Miriam because of him.

Without a word, she pulled away and walked to the walk–in closet.

Tyrone’s wardrobe was filled with custom suits–dark, reserved colors, always perfectly tailored. In winter, he would wear long wool coats in similar shades.

When they first married, she’d complained about the monotony and bought softer–toned shirts, trying to coax him into changing up his style.

She’d begged, pouted, even argued just to get him to wear what she bought.

But in the end, he’d never worn a single one.

After three years of black and white, she’d grown used to it.

Thinking of how hard she’d tried, Aella felt a dull ache of self–mockery.

She handed him the suit she’d picked.

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