Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 63

Tyrone stopped and turned around. His face darkened, eyes locked on Zera.

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His face was dark, his eyes locked on Zera. “You knew exactly why my wife misunderstood,” he said slowly. “So why did you agree to move in?”

Zera stepped back, hurt flashing across her face. “Are you blaming me?”

Tyrone looked away, exhausted. “Zera, when you came back with the child, I lost my head for a while. I lied to my wife and told her I was on a business trip. I stayed by your bedside for a month to take care of you and your son.”

He paused, then said firmly, “But I never once thought about divorcing her. Not then, not now,

not ever.”

“Aella’s just upset with me.” He continued. “She’ll calm down soon. She won’t divorce me.”

Even if she truly wanted to, she didn’t have a billion dollars. Without that, she couldn’t.

Zera saw he wasn’t backing down. She turned and walked into the living room.

Then she handed him a divorce agreement and a bank card..

Tyrone took them. He held the card, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

Zera spoke softly, careful with her words. “She asked me to give these to you. She said there’s a billion dollars in that account. The day you sign the divorce papers, she’ll give you the

password.”

With a sharp sound, Tyrone threw both the card and the papers onto the coffee table. “The driver will be here soon,” he said coldly. “Pack your things.”

He sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette.

A billion dollars. So fast. She had raised that much money already.

She must have sold the jewelry off the books.

Zera hadn’t expected him to kick her out even with the divorce papers in front of him.

Her fists tightened as she struggled to stay calm. “Tyrone,” she whispered, hurt and unwilling to give up, “why can’t you just admit that you still have feelings for me?”

Tyrone leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He took a deep drag of smoke before answering.

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Chapter 63 The Line He Wouldn’t Cross

“Zera,” he said quietly, “whatever we had ended six years ago.”

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The smoke curled between them, blurring the view. Tyrone’s gaze stayed fixed on the divorce papers and the card lying on the table.

Zera stood in front of him, her eyes burning with unwillingness. “I know your parents and grandfather never accepted me. They put pressure on you, so you can’t just divorce your wife and be with me.”

Her tone softened, almost pleading. “Tyrone, I understand you. If this is how it has to be, then I’ll accept it. But please, don’t talk to me like that. It hurts to hear you be so heartless.”

Tyrone crushed the cigarette in the ashtray and stood up. His voice steady and cold, “No one can stop me from doing what I want. The only reason I’m not divorcing her is because I don’t want to.”

He added, “My wife grew up spoiled. She can’t handle being hurt. If she storms out, if she talks about divorce, that’s between us as husband and wife.”

Tyrone’s eyes turned sharp. “I don’t need your understanding. Just take Orson and leave. That’s the best help you can give me.”

Zera stood there, frozen, unsure what to do next.

She had finally moved into the villa. There was no way she’d let herself be kicked out so easily.

Before Tyrone could say anything, her tears began to fall. She said pitifully, “We didn’t force our way in. Your wife offered this place to us. If you kick us out now and people find out, how am I supposed to hold my head up?”

Tyrone’s eyes looked even more tired. “This is the villa my wife and I share. Do you really think it’s appropriate for you to live here?”

Zera crossed her arms, her tone defensive. “You lied to your wife for me. You went a whole month without calling or texting her, and you didn’t think that was wrong. But now, just because I’ve moved in here on her invitation, suddenly it’s too much?”

Tyrone lowered his gaze, hiding the storm behind his eyes.

He couldn’t deny it. He had handled this wrongly.

Zera saw his silence and pressed harder, her voice steady.

“You’ve been married for three years. When your wife asked you to buy her sanitary pads, you refused. But when I called, you personally went to the store and picked out several brands for me to choose from.”

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