Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203 Divorce Her

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Tyrone slipped the rosary into Aella’s bag. “No matter what people say, I believe you.”

Aella pulled her gaze away, voice flat. “I don’t believe you. And I don’t need your belief

The words knocked Tyrone silent.

Aella’s fingers tightened around the rosary. She drew a steady breath.

She hadn’t expected a simple strand to carry that kind of history. She’d have to return them to Victor herself.

She turned her head, watching the streetlights slide backward outside the window.

Tyrone watched her.

Whatever trust she’d had in him was gone.

He was being honest now, and she took it as one more lie.

They rode in silence to the Winter estate.

Aella stepped out and smoothed her hair.

Tyrone shrugged off his jacket and set it on her shoulders.

He warned her, “With me here, whatever my parents or Grandfather say, don’t answer.”

She met his eyes. “Save your protection for Zera. I don’t need it.”

Tyrone closed a hand around her wrist. “I deleted every way to reach her. I apologized. Can you drop the attitude?”

They stared each other down. Aella shook him off.

At the McCarthy banquet, the whispers had been filthy.

If they made her wince, Ralph must’ve been fuming.

Victor had told her he’d keep her family safe.

Fine. Let’s see it. The Winters, the Websters, the McCarthys–whose weight actually counts?

She wanted to test how much Victor was worth in the Winters‘ and McCarthys‘ eyes.

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Chapter 203 Divorce Her

She wanted to see if he could really backstop her–and help her get free.

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They had just stepped into the living room together when a teacup came flying straight at

Aella’s head.

Tyrone moved fast, pulling her into his chest.

The cup

missed and shattered on the floor behind them with a clear crack.

Tyrone let her go and faced his grandfather. “Grandpa, what are you doing?”

Edwin Winter stood planted before the main couch, cane in hand. He pointed at Aella. “Apologize now.”

Aella pushed past Tyrone, face cool, and stopped in front of Edwin.

She shot back, “Grandpa, if you’ve got something to say, say it. Don’t tell me to apologize every other sentence. I’m not your grandchild. I don’t apologize to you if I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Ralph barked, finger stabbing the air. “You married into the Winters; you follow Winter rules. When an elder tells you to apologize—you apologize!”

Tyrone stepped in front of her. “Grandpa. Dad. Take it up with me. Don’t talk to my wife like that.”

The word “wife” made Aella frown.

She eased him aside and looked Edwin dead–on. “Yes, I married in. Did any of you ever treat me like I belonged here?

She went on, voice even. “Your precious grandson cheated and fathered a child. As his elders, have you once stood in my shoes?”

Tyrone watched her, eyes flickering with something unreadable.

Ralph snapped, near shaking, “You’re a broke heiress. Three to four years as Mrs. Winter and not a single child. Tyrone hasn’t divorced you–that’s mercy. Maybe try being grateful.”

Aella shot right back, “Zera gave you a ‘first great–grandson.‘ She’s the real wife, right? She and her kid are the real Winters. If you want a grandson so badly, why not move them into the

estate?”

Ralph kicked a footstool across the floor.

Aella didn’t let up. “I didn’t have a child because your son kept a woman outside and didn’t want me to. If you’re so disgusted with me, tell him to divorce me. The Reids went bankrupt, sure- but don’t worry, I won’t cling to your family.”

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