Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 302

Chapter 302 What’s Left to Hold On To

Brad stared at Tyrone. “Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about getting back together with Aella?”

Tyrone said nothing, and Brad sighed.

“Tyrone, from the moment you decided to marry her, I warned you,” Brad said. “You’re both Scorpios. When two Scorpios come together, it’s either perfect or it’s deadly. You hurt Aella so badly for Zera. You almost destroyed her. Can you admit that?”

Tyrone lowered his head, fingers digging into his short hair.

“You and Aella are both strong-willed,” Brad went on. “You’re both perfectionists. You’re stubborn, and she’s just as bad. If she hadn’t had the courage to divorce you, you’d still be living easy, going between two women and pretending you weren’t wrong.

“Tyrone, what you’re feeling now is just habit,” Brad said. “Maybe you feel guilty, maybe you want to make it up to her, but be honest-you don’t love Aella.”

He continued, “There are so many great men around her now. All of them want her. Why should she look back?”

Brad looked him straight in the eye. “What do you have that’s worth her coming back for?”

The words hit Tyrone like knives to the heart. The pain almost knocked him off his feet.

He didn’t say a word, just grabbed his jacket and stumbled out of the private room.

He knew he had wronged Aella.

But letting her go? He couldn’t do it.

Tyrone didn’t even know how he made it home.

When he opened the door, the living room lights were on.

His chest tightened. He dropped his jacket and rushed inside.

For a split second, he thought he saw Aella-wearing cartoon pajamas, throwing her pillow aside, and running toward him.

“Babe!”

He opened his arms to catch her.

But his arms closed around nothing but air. She was gone.

His eyes burned red as he looked up at the empty space in front of him.

He clutched his shirt over his chest and stumbled onto the couch.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, he pulled out the crystal pendant she’d left behind and gripped it tightly in his palm.

A sharp pain shot through his heart, spreading to his stomach until it burned. He curled up, shaking.

Without thinking, he fumbled for his phone, tapping her number again and again until he finally had the courage to call.

After ringing for over ten seconds, she picked up. Tyrone sat up, forcing himself through the pain.

She still answered, even this late. He knew she wasn’t that heartless.

Tyrone held himself back and said quietly, “Aella, my stomach hurts.”

Her voice was cold. “Tyrone, if you’re really feeling bad, call 911.”

She paused before adding, “Let me remind you one last time—we’re divorced. The only reason I haven’t blocked your number is out of respect for Virginia and Raine. I’m just trying to keep things decent.

“If you call again for nothing, don’t blame me for blocking you.”

Then she hung up without hesitation.

The pain in his body and heart hit him all at once.

His phone slipped from his hand and hit the floor. He shut his eyes, hiding the redness in them.

A few mornings later, Tyrone showed up at Clyde’s school with a bouquet of sunflowers.

It was the first day of the SAT, and the school gate was packed with parents.

Even in the crowd, he spotted Aella right away.

She wore a red cocktail dress, the fitted dress tracing her curves and making her look stunning.

His

gaze

landed on Sayer beside her, and his eyes darkened.

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Straightening his tie, he started walking toward her.

“Clyde, you’re gonna ace it!”

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