Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22 Make Peace

Aella screamed and cried, her voice breaking, “My family already went bankrupt! I don’t care if I lose everything-I’ll drag you down with me!

“Tyrone, I’m filing for divorce!

“I’ll let the world know you cheated and betrayed our marriage!

“And I’ll make sure everyone sees your beloved branded as a homewrecker forever!”

Her rage spun out of control. Tyrone stood at the side of the bed and grabbed her to prevent her from falling on the ground.

She fought to break free but couldn’t escape his arms. Then she bent her head and bit down hard on his shoulder.

Her whole body shook from the effort.

Tyrone felt the sharp pain but didn’t move.

When the metallic taste spread through her mouth, Aella finally let go.

“Enough,” Tyrone said softly. “Lie down. I’ll get you some water.”

He eased her onto the bed, poured a glass of water for her, and helped her rinse her mouth.

She had spent all her strength, and now she lay there numb.

Aella rinsed her mouth and lay back down. Her eyes shut, but the tears wouldn’t stop.

Since Tyrone’s affair, every fight has ended the same way.

He pushed her to the edge, then acted calm—either caring for her like it was an obligation, or just walking

away.

He never explained. His heart never ached for her and never showed guilt; he simply carried out his duty.

Tyrone cleaned up the mess, climbed into bed, and turned off the light.

He reached for her, tried to hold her in his arm, but Aella pushed him away without thinking.

His body froze. Then he rolled over and gave her his back.

That small gesture touched a raw nerve again, but Aella stayed quiet, biting her lip hard and drowning in hurt.

Three years of marriage. After each fight, there was nothing left to say.

Even while lying on the same bed, Aella knew Tyrone’s heart was miles away from hers.

His silence, his lack of explanation, stood like a wall that kept pushing them farther and farther apart.

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When Aella woke the next morning, Tyrone was already gone.

She got herself ready in a hurry and went to the hospital.

She threw herself into work and talked with coworkers. To her surprise, it didn’t hurt as much when she

kept busy.

After work that evening, Aella unexpectedly ran into Daniel Hill, the senior Samuel had introduced to her.

“Hi, Daniel,” she greeted politely.

Daniel wore a sharp, casual suit, his gold-rimmed glasses giving him a polished look. Handsome and refined, he smiled with warmth. “I heard you live on Petal Lane. I’m heading that way for some errands. Want a ride?”

Aella quickly shook her head. “Thanks, Daniel, but I drove here.”

Samuel had told her Daniel was the youngest medical PhD holder at Smeina.

The Hills came from a long line of doctors, with private hospitals spread across the world. Though young, Daniel already carried the weight of a billion-dollar family fortune.

As Aella walked out of the outpatient building, she accidentally spotted Tyrone.

Thinking of the look of concern he had given her the night before made her chest ache.

He must be at the hospital for Zera.

Her heart sank, but she kept her composure as she passed by him.

Yesterday, in a storm of rage, she had shouted about divorce and burning everything down with him. Those were angry words, not real threats.

Even if she didn’t care about herself, she had to think about her parents and her younger brother.

Tyrone had her trapped in the one place he knew she couldn’t fight back. All she could do was act out when no one else was around. Other than that, there was nothing she could do.

Tyrone watched her walk past, then calmly followed.

He caught her wrist and pulled her closer.

“Aella,” he said, “a fight is a fight. Don’t forget we’re still husband and wife.”

Aella yanked her hand free. “Your first love is waiting for you. Go to her.”

Tyrone glanced back at the hospital building, then looked at Aella again.

Taking her hand, he led her toward the street. “I came to pick you up to visit your parents together.”

At that, Aella stopped in her tracks.

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