Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Why Do You Look So Pale?

Tyrone glanced at his phone, then at Aella.

When she didn’t react, he quickly typed a reply and turned the screen off.

He sounded distracted. “Go to sleep.”

But Aella couldn’t sleep. With her eyes closed, her mind replayed the same picture-Tyrone holding his son in one arm and his first love in the other. The scene burned into her.

Her anger told her to grab his phone and force the truth out.

But her reason reminded her-her mom had just gone through heart surgery. She was still lying in the hospital. This was not the time to bring up divorce.

At three in the morning, Tyrone’s phone lit up again.

Ten minutes later, he left the house.

When Aella heard the car engine in the driveway, she slowly opened her eyes.

Just one message, and he ran out in the middle of the night.

That was the power of a first love that he felt.

She wanted to scream, throw things, and lose control. But she had no strength left. She couldn’t even speak.

The only thing she could still do was breathe.

The next morning, Aella forced herself to stay strong. She brought breakfast to the hospital for her parents.

Her tired face scared them.

Miriam was lying in a hospital bed. She was awake now but still weak, with tubes connected to her arms. Her voice was faint as she asked, “Aella, what’s wrong with you?”

Aella quickly tried to reassure her. “Mom, don’t worry. I just didn’t sleep well last night.”

Warren peeled half an apple and handed it to her. “The doctor came by this morning. He said your mom’s surgery went smoothly. No complications, and the incision is healing well. In about a week, she should be able to go home.”

Hearing that, Aella finally felt a little relief.

After helping her mother finish breakfast, Aella went to her doctor’s office.

On the way back, while passing the payment desk, she unexpectedly ran into Tyrone.

With his tall frame, sharp features, and the cold authority he carried, it was impossible not to notice him.

Their eyes met. Tyrone frowned slightly, then started walking toward her.

Aella glanced at the stack of receipts in his hand but held back her questions.

It was Wednesday morning, around nine o’clock.

At this time, Tyrone should have been in the conference room at his office, sitting through the morning meeting.

But instead, he showed up at the hospital. Aella didn’t have to guess why. She already knew.

She wanted to ask him, but fear held her back.

Aella was afraid she’d lose control and scream at him like some bitter woman.

She was worried her parents would see it.

Aella was afraid she’d go crazy before anything got fixed.

So she held it all in. She felt a ripping pain in her chest as she stood there in silence.

She stood there, waiting for Tyrone to speak-or not speak at all.

Tyrone walked up and reached for the medical bills in her hand.

Just then, his phone rang again.

He pulled his hand back, glanced at the screen, and answered quickly.

“I need to take this. You keep busy,” he said, turning toward the elevators.

His steps were fast. His voice dropped low when he answered.

He walked quickly, his voice low on the call. “Baby, don’t pout,” he murmured, soft and coaxing.

That gentle tone cut into Aella’s heart like a blade.

She couldn’t hold back anymore. She rushed into the restroom and cried until she was drained.

So, he did know how to be patient. He did know how to speak with tenderness.

She had known Tyrone for 25 years, yet he had never once spoken to her in that sweet, careful way.

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