Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 46

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Until Tyrone got divorced, she couldn’t show her feelings. Zera told herself she had to take a step back and use her child as leverage.

As long as she held on, one day Tyrone would come back to her.

Zera had it all planned out in her mind.

The next day at noon, while Tyrone was out, Aella returned to their villa.

She had left the hospital in such a rush that she didn’t have time to pack her things.

Aella packed a small suitcase and threw away everything she didn’t need

anymore.

When she opened a grocery bag in the bathroom, she found everyday items: matching toothbrushes in different colors, two mouthwash cups, towels, and slippers.

Aella stared at them for a moment before putting them back in the bag.

Tyrone must’ve bought these before taking her back to the estate that night.

After that, she heard the things he said in his study. They started fighting over divorce. He never even got the chance to use them.

A bitter smile tugged at her lips.

She walked into the study and saw a folder lying on the desk. It was the paternity test report.

Father: Tyrone Winter. Son: Orson Caldwell.

Probability of paternity: 99.999%.

The relationship between father and son was confirmed. At the bottom, the official seal of the lab.

Aella’s hands shook as she picked up the report. It felt as heavy as a mountain. Her body went weak, her fingers trembling.

Orson. A cute bear cub.

Even the name showed how much they cherish the boy. He was the proof of their love story.

Aella held back her tears and heart–wrenching pain. She forced herself to stay calm. She took out her phone and snapped a picture of the report.

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Then she pulled out the newly revised divorce papers.

She placed both documents side by side on Tyrone’s desk.

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That night, after his shower, Tyrone walked into the study wearing his pajamas. The divorce papers caught his eye immediately.

He reached for the DNA report. His fingertips brushed against the small wrinkles on the paper -traces left behind by her tears after they had dried.

Sitting down at the desk, Tyrone imagined the moment Aella saw that report. His chest tightened painfully.

He flipped through the divorce papers, and a line in the attached agreement made him stop.

He tilted his head back, drew in a long breath, and went to pour himself a drink.

Late into the night, he paced around the study with a glass of whiskey in hand. Tyrone was wide awake, unable to calm his mind.

She was really going to do it. Out of spite, she was willing to sell her mother’s heirloom that had been in her family for generations–just to end their marriage.

Close to midnight, Tyrone called Noel.

“Keep an eye on my wife’s schedule the next few days,” he ordered quietly. “Especially if she goes near an auction house.”

When Tyrone returned to the bedroom to rest, he finally noticed the trash can. Inside were things Aella had thrown away.

His expression darkened with rage. He walked over, crouched down, and silently began pulling things out one by one.

A toothbrush. A cup. A hair tie. Makeup product. A photo frame from the nightstand.

Tyrone suddenly remembered her wedding vows.

Aella had once said she could give up her life, but she’d never give up on him.

A dull ache spread through his chest.

Tyrone braced himself against the doorframe, leaning forward until his forehead pressed against his hand. His voice was low and hoarse, filled with exhaustion. “Aella, you don’t trust me

at all.”

His voice was hoarse and full of weariness.

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He couldn’t sleep.

Changing into fresh clothes, he grabbed the DNA report and his car keys and drove out into the night.

At one in the morning, he parked outside the old apartment complex where Aella’s parents now lived. The building had been part of a relocation project, a far cry from luxury.

He rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, and stared at a fourth–floor window across the street.

One hand held the cigarette. The other clutched the DNA report. The paper in his hand crumpled slightly as he gripped it tighter–his gaze flickering with conflict, torn between choices he couldn’t make.

Just then, Brad opened the car door and got into the

passenger seat.

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