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Virginia was right.
I haven’t done anything wrong, so why should I risk my future for a man like Tyrone?
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From this moment on, there will be no love left in this marriage, only a calculated exchange of benefits.
Aella pressed him coldly. “When are you dropping the charges against me?”
Tyrone said nothing. He just took her wrist and led her into the bedroom.
Letting go, he said evenly, “No rush. We’ll talk after dinner.”
His calm, measured tone lit a fire in Aella.
Her voice rose before she realized it. “Tyrone, are you trying to toy with me again?”
Tyrone sighed, pulling her gently closer and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
The darkness in his eyes softened, a quiet tenderness seeping through. Looking down at her flushed, angry face, he spoke in a low and steady voice.
“You’re my wife. What would I gain by playing games with you?”
His warm hand rested against her back as he whispered, “As long as you stay here as my wife, I’ll take care of everything for you.”
Even without realizing it, his tone softened, authority hidden beneath calm assurance. “Come eat first,” he said. “We’ll talk later.”
It sounded like a suggestion, but there was no room to argue.
Aella let him take her hand and lead her into the dining room.
He really was the most manipulative, calculating man she’d ever known.
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If she hadn’t lived through it herself, she might almost have believed him.
They sat. Tyrone took a small bowl of soup from Emma, tested the temperature, and passed it to Aella.
When she didn’t move, he set it down gently. “If this feels too much, it’s not too late to walk away.”
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He spoke the harshest words in the softest voice.
Aella clenched her jaw and lifted the spoon, but couldn’t swallow a single bite.
Then Tyrone’s phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID, showing Zera’s name, and his eyes flicked to Aella.
After a brief pause, he answered, speaking tenderly to the other woman right in front of her.
Aella sat silently, her hand trembling slightly around the spoon.
From now on, this was her life.
She’d have to endure Zera and Orson’s constant presence, seeping into her marriage—just like the high–society wives who turned a blind eye to their husbands‘ affairs.
They swallowed humiliation for wealth and reputation, too afraid to resist, forced to protect their husbands‘ image while quietly managing the scandal.
Aella said nothing. She didn’t flinch.
She lifted the bowl, took a small sip, and set it down again.
This was his choice, and the price she had to pay for loving Tyrone.
He watched her every movement with cool detachment before ending the call.
The lavish dinner ended with barely a few bites eaten.
Afterward, Tyrone led her to his study.
She couldn’t hold back. “Tyrone, I want you to drop the lawsuit right now and clear
my name.”
Tyrone looked at her calmly, then pulled a contract from his desk drawer and set it in front of her.
“Sign this,” he said slowly. “Then I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Aella unfolded the papers. It was a marital agreement.
The first clause: Whoever initiated divorce must pay the other an enormous sum.
The second clause: During their marriage, she had to treat him exactly as she had in their first year together.
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In other words, not only did she have to come back physically, but her heart had to come back
too.
She would have to care for him, reach for him, and love him again.
Aella’s lips pressed tight as she placed the papers back down.
“You know perfectly well you forced me to come back,” she said coldly. “What’s the point of lying to yourself like this?”
Tyrone’s face remained unreadable. “The process doesn’t matter. Only the result does.”
Aella gave a bitter laugh. “To you, I’m just a cover–up–a shield between you and the woman you actually love. You’ve already pushed me this far. Do you really need a contract to chain me?”
Tyrone’s tone stayed flat, all business. “I’m not forcing you. You don’t have to sign.”
Just then, Aella’s phone rang.
She composed herself and answered.
Hearing her mother was out of danger and had moved to a regular ward, the tension in her body finally eased.
Tyrone took the agreement from her hand, unscrewed the pen cap, and set it beside her.
He said quietly, “As long as you behave and be the Mrs. Winter you’re supposed to be, this agreement will protect you.”
Aella’s hand trembled as she picked up the pen.
At this point, she had no choice and nothing left to hesitate over.
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