Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 243

Tyrone pressed his face against Aella’s neck, his breath hot and ragged. “If your body weren’t still recovering,” he muttered, voice low and rough, “you wouldn’t be getting out of bed for three days.”

He finally exhaled, long and heavy, before getting off the bed. With quiet care, he removed her jacket, her shoes, and her socks, then pulled the blanket over her shoulders. His movements were gentle, deliberate, almost reverent.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, he stared at her. Her breathing was soft, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks faintly pink from the alcohol still in her system. He couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and kissed her once. Then he kissed her again.

After a while, he stood and walked out of the room. When he reached his own suite, Zera was waiting at the door.

She stood there in a sheer silk nightgown, the strap sliding off one shoulder.

Tyrone’s brow furrowed at once.

Zera stepped forward, her tone soft and honeyed. “Tyrone,” she whispered, her gaze shimmering with false tenderness, “I’ve been waiting for you. Can I come in for a minute? I just want to talk. Just us.”

Her intention was obvious.

Tyrone’s voice was cold. “There’s an urgent matter back home,” he said. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Zera’s eyes

flicked upward. That was when she saw them–the faint red marks on his neck. Her breath caught. Her hands balled into fists before she even realized it.

She didn’t move. She just stood there, staring blankly as her heart sank,

He came from Aella’s room.

The smear of lipstick on his mouth. The scratches on his skin. She didn’t need anyone to spell it out. She already knew what he had done with her.

Even though Tyrone’s marriage to Aella had been strained for months, there was still something between them. They were still bound by that intimacy.

On the other hand, since she’d returned to the country, Tyrone had never once touched her. No matter how much she hinted, no matter how close she got, he remained cold and unmoved.

In front of her, he was like a man carved from stone. Controlled. Disciplined. Untouchable.

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He protected her. He helped her. He even sided with her when others didn’t. But that wasn’t love. That was pity. That was guilt.

Real love was uncontrollable.

It burned. It devoured. It made you ache to touch, to hold, to claim.

Desire never lied. Not like words.

And now she knew the truth. Tyrone loved Aella.

She had once secretly gone to a psychologist to understand him.

He had grown up under the iron rule of his father and grandfather, caged by expectations and family duty.

His life was built on structure and order. Everything about him was neat, restrained, predictable.

When she entered his life as the woman who saved him, he saw her through the soft light of gratitude.

When he chose to date her, his grandfather stepped in to stop them. Tyrone’s rebellion then had looked like passion. It looked like he’d done it for her.

But it wasn’t. It was defiance.

It was his way of fighting back against years of control. He was trying to tell his elders that he disapproved of their actions.

She hadn’t believed it back then.

Now she did.

She needed to make him leave Aella.

Even if the Winters never accepted her, she would stay by Tyrone’s side. Title or not, she would still have wealth, status, and everything that came with his name.

The next morning, a scream tore through Aella’s suite. It came from the bathroom.

Aella stood in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection of her own body. Her neck, her shoulders, and her collarbone were all covered in deep red marks.

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Her eyes went wide. “What kind of lunatic did this?” she gasped, horror spreading across her face.

She shook her head, trying to remember. Nothing came back.

The last thing she recalled was Sayer walking her to the elevator. He had taken a call right before she got in, and she’d waved him off, insisting she could find her own way back.

After that–everything went dark.

Her stomach twisted.

Did I hire a sex worker?

The thought made her break out in a cold sweat. People these days were wild. What if he’d been sick? What if she’d caught something?

She couldn’t risk it. She had to leave. She had to get home and run every test possible.

She rushed through her shower, got dressed, and headed down to check out.

At the elevator, she ran straight into Tyrone and Noel.

Tyrone’s eyes locked on her neck. His expression hardened. Aella squared her shoulders and glared at him. “What are you staring at? You can cheat and keep a woman on the side, but I can’t have some fun too?”

His gaze sharpened, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Noel caught the tension instantly. He stepped into the elevator first, pretending not to see a thing.

Aella strode over, grabbed Noel by the arm, and yanked him back out before stepping inside.

Her

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