Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 The Woman He Protected

When Tyrone heard Zera and her kid mentioned, he frowned.

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He spoke again, this time clearly more irritated. “I’m done explaining things about Zera and her kid. If you want to fight with me, go ahead. But today’s the Juneteenth. I don’t want the whole family walking on eggshells because of us.”

Aella stepped back, staring at Tyrone like she didn’t even know him. “You hurt my brother for the woman you love. His wrist was hurting so bad he couldn’t sleep all night. My parents, at their age,

had to take turns getting up to look after him. When I left this morning, the whole house was cold and quiet, no one even cared it was a holiday.”

Aella’s heart ached for her family, her eyes welling up. “You know today’s the Juneteenth. You want your grandpa and your parents to enjoy it in peace.”

Then she raised her voice at him, “So your family matters, but mine doesn’t? Aren’t my parents human too?”

Tyrone grabbed Aella’s arm and pulled her closer.

He reached up to wipe away her tears. “So just because of this, you’re gonna make a scene in front of my family and threaten to ruin me?”

Aella pushed him away in disgust. “How many times do I have to say it? This isn’t about being petty or dramatic. I’m serious, Tyrone. I want a divorce.”

Their eyes locked. Aella was crying out of anger now.

Tyrone stared at her in silence for a long moment. Then he grabbed her wrist again and pulled her into the study.

He opened a drawer and pulled out the divorce papers–and a bank card.

Right in front of her, Tyrone fed the divorce papers into the shredder, watching them turn into strips.

Then he held out the card to Aella and said, “I’m not denying Zera and her kid exist. And yeah, I used some of our shared money to help them. But it was just me trying to take care of them. That’s it.”

Aella refused to take the card. “Tyrone, stop lying to yourself. If you and Zera were just ‘taking care of each other,’ then what–your kid popped out of a rock?”

Tyrone didn’t respond. Instead, he shoved the bank card with a billion dollars into Aella’s pocket.

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He changed the subject. “Zera and her kid stayed in our home, I know you hated that, so I moved out. From now on, we’ll live here instead.”

Aella’s face stayed cold as she refused him. “Tyrone, the only reason I haven’t exposed your scandal is out of respect for your mom, she’s treated me like her own daughter for over 20 years. But if you keep pushing me, don’t blame me when I burn everything down.”

Tyrone locked eyes with her and spoke slowly, enunciating each word. “Aella, I know you’re angry. I know it’s hard to accept Zera and her son right now. You can move out, take time to cool off, focus on your own career if you want, but I won’t divorce you.”

When Aella stayed silent, Tyrone stepped forward and gently grabbed her wrist.

This time, his voice softened without him realizing. “There’s still half a year left until the end of the year. You can take your time to think. If you come home, I’ll find a way to get your mom’s jewelry back. And that billion dollars, it’s yours.”

Aella didn’t hesitate. “Tyrone, you know me. Even if it’s something I once loved, if it’s been tainted, I’ll throw it away. And that goes double for a man who doesn’t love me, who betrayed me, who’s dirty from the inside out.”

With that, she pushed Tyrone aside and turned to leave.

The door swung open and she almost bumped into Brad.

Aella didn’t stop to greet him. She walked straight out.

Brad blocked Tyrone, who had chased after her to the door. “Another fight?”

Tyrone paused when he saw Brad. “She’s still furious. I don’t feel right letting her go back alone. Can you take her home?”

Brad gave a quick “Yeah,” then turned and ran after Aella, slipping into the elevator just before it closed.

At the entrance to the complex, Brad sweet–talked and half–dragged Aella into his car.

Brad kept sneaking glances at her. “Come on, tell me, what kind of crap did he pull this time to piss you off like that?”

Aella sat in the passenger seat of Brad’s convertible, her gaze drifting off into the distance.

She asked quietly, “Brad, we’ve basically grown up together for over 20 years. Would you ever lay a hand on my brother just because of something a woman said?”

Brad pursed his lips. “Uh… Aella, how about we change the subject?”

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