Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 208

Once Cast Off Wife, Now Untouchable Queen

Chapter 208 Pregnancy?

Tyrone’s face went dark as he caught Aella before she toppled.

Before he could speak, she shoved him off and bolted for the bathroom.

Minutes later.

He crouched beside her–tissues in one hand, a glass of water in the other.

Aella was draped over the toilet, retching so hard she was drenched in sweat.

Finished

He said, offering the glass, “Rinse first. If this doesn’t let up, I’m taking you in for a full workup.”

She rinsed, splashed her face, and steadied herself.

Then, she said simply, “I’m fine. Go out.”

He stayed put. Their eyes met in the mirror.

Tyrone asked quietly, “You hate me that much now?”

She hated him so much that even his touch made her sick.

Her head was a mess–irritated, scattered.

She said nothing, palmed him out the door, and shut it.

Back pressed to the wood, she slid down, wrung out.

Her cycle always came at the end of the month like clockwork.

Today was April 3rd. She was a couple of days late, but it was still within the normal range.

Two days ago in the cafeteria, she’d gone queasy out of nowhere.

She blamed it on a chill and didn’t think much of it.

Tonight, she’d gotten sick for the second time.

Lately, she’d been eating and sleeping like a champ; coworkers teased she’d filled out.

She’d chalked it up to peace and quiet while Tyrone was away.

But now, she realized that she’d been careless.

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Doctor or not, with zero personal experience, the picture was coming together.

Arms around her knees, breath hitching, she shut her eyes.

Tomorrow at work, she’d need to pick up a pregnancy test first thing in the morning.

Outside, Tyrone stared at the bathroom door, something clicking.

He thumbed open his calendar, scanned dates.

His expression shifted hard, then softened. He stared at the door again, grip tightening on his phone.

Excitement slipped through anyway, quickening his breath. His mouth twitched; warmth into his eyes.

Just then, his phone rang.

He tapped the door. “Aella, I’ve got to take this. Don’t stay in there too long.”

There was no answer.

“Aella?” he tried again, worry edging in.

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Aella squeezed her eyes shut and forced a slow inhale, gathered herself, and opened the door.

He took in her washed–out face, guided her to the bed, and lifted the covers.

Bending close, he smoothed a stray lock from her forehead. “I’ll be in the study. Call me if you feel off.”

Gentle hands, careful voice. “Cover up. No getting chilled.”

Something in her chest fluttered–unnerved for no reason.

She gave a noncommittal nod and curled onto her side.

He stood, looking at the new softness in her figure, and his gaze went liquid.

The phone rang again. He slipped out on quiet feet.

She meant to think. Her eyelids sank like weights.

In the study–door left open–the call was from Noel.

“Mr. Winter, Ms. Caldwell’s in trouble.”

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Tyrone’s brow drew tight. “Be specific.”

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“Paint on her door and stairwell. Car smashed. She’s a mess. She asked to see you–says she needs to tell you something in person.”

He hesitated a beat.

Then, he said, “Tell her I’m busy. Handle everything for her.”

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