A Message On Whatsapp 5

Chapter 5 Had Enough

Late at night, Tyrone came home to a pitch-dark house. Every light was off.

He stood there for a while, unsettled, before finally flipping the switch.

For three years of marriage, no matter how late it was, Aella always waited up for him in the living room with the TV on.

The moment he walked in, she’d run barefoot toward him and jump into his arms. She would cling to him, and it was impossible for him to shake her off.

But tonight, she didn’t leave a single light on for him.

She was really mad at him this time.

Dragging his exhausted body to the bedroom, Tyrone found it just as dark. Only the faint glow through the curtains lit the room. He switched on the lamp by the bed.

Aella had buried her face into the pillow, pretending to be asleep.

Tyrone sat on the edge of the bed and brushed the loose hair off her forehead, checking if she was awake.

She stayed still, hidden under the thin blanket.

After a pause, he got up and walked into the bathroom.

The sound of running water filled the room. Aella slowly opened her swollen eyes.

Her wet lashes trembled, but she pulled the blanket over her head again.

When Tyrone came back out with a dark bathrobe, his damp hair was dripping with water.

He leaned over the bed to check on her. When he found she was still asleep, he turned off the lamp and left for the study.

Tyrone didn’t switch on the light in the study. Standing by the tall window, he lit a cigarette and lifted the diamond bracelet in his hand.

She probably hadn’t found out anything.

Otherwise, with her temper, she would’ve made a huge scene and made everyone uneasy.

The bracelet must have slipped off on the 13th floor by accident.

The next morning, Aella washed up and got ready to take breakfast to her parents.

Tyrone walked out of the dressing room, neat and put together.

She no longer had the energy to talk to him. Picking up her phone, she headed for the door.

Tyrone caught her wrist, his fingers brushing against her bare skin. “Where’s the bracelet? Why aren’t you

wearing it?”

Aella lowered her eyes and muttered hoarsely, “I don’t know. Maybe I lost it.”

Ignoring her raspy voice, Tyrone pressed, watching her face. “I saw Clyde last night.”

Aella realized he was testing her.

She took a deep breath, lifted her chin, and met his eyes. “After we split last night, I went to see my mom at the hospital. Clyde said he saw you going to the 13th floor. I looked for you but couldn’t find you, so I went home.”

Tyrone pulled the bracelet from his pocket. “You dropped it at the hospital. I picked it up.”

He avoided explaining why he was there.

Sliding the bracelet back onto her wrist, Tyrone tried to smooth things over. Aella yanked her hand away. “I don’t want it.”

For once, Tyrone tried to be patient and coaxed her. “Just wear it for now. When I get through this busy stretch, I’ll take you to pick out something new you like.”

Aella felt like she was losing her mind.

Days of frustration and bitterness finally exploded.

Her voice broke as she shouted, “I said I don’t want it! I don’t want it! I don’t want it!”

Her chest heaved as she glared at him. “If it’s not one-of-a-kind, if you’re not a one-of-a-kind husband, I don’t want any of it!”

Seeing her finally lose control, Tyrone strangely felt relieved.

Aella had been spoiled since she was a child. If something didn’t go her way, she threw a fit.

Tyrone thought she was upset because the gift he gave her wasn’t special enough, not unique enough.

He slipped his large hands around her slim waist and bent down to kiss her.

But as soon as his lips touched hers, Aella shoved him away.

She wasn’t like before, when the smallest sign of affection from him could spark her passion.

Tears filled her eyes as she pushed him back. “No! I don’t want this! No!”

She hit him, shoved him, and clawed at him like someone who’d lost control.

Tyrone’s patience thinned. He grabbed her wrists. “Aella, enough. There’s a limit to this.”

He could tolerate her moods, but not this kind of hysteria.

He couldn’t even talk to her in this state.

Aella’s voice cracked as she shouted, “I’ve always been like this! Are you just figuring that out now?”

Tyrone stayed calm. “Over a bracelet? Really?”

Aella threw things wildly around the room. “You know exactly what you’ve done, Tyrone!”

Her sobs grew louder as she shoved him toward the door. “You don’t even want to be here, right? Then leave! Go on, get out!”

Instead of leaving, Tyrone pulled her into his arms. “Stop. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Then his phone buzzed, cutting through the chaos at the worst timing.

His quick move to silence the call only made her angrier.

She lunged for the phone. “Answer it! Aren’t you busy with work? Go ahead, pick it up!”

Aella had reached her limit.

Tyrone refused to hand it over. That was the last straw for Aella. She bit him hard.

Pain shot through his hand, and he instinctively shook her off. She stumbled and fell to the floor with a dull thud.

The room went silent.

Tyrone’s chest rose and fell as he stared at her lying motionless on the ground, her hair a tangled mess. Exhaustion washed over him, and he was ready to walk away.

His mind drifted back. As a child, she was mischievous but sweet, always saying the right things to melt his heart.

As she grew older, she was innocent and bright, a gorgeous beauty that caught attention wherever she

went.

Later, she burned with passion, playful and clingy, always begging for kisses and hugs, loving him openly and without shame.

After marriage, she softened, no longer the carefree girl. She grew gentle and thoughtful and learned how to take care of him.

At every stage of her life, she had been stunning, proud, and graceful.

She had never once acted like this-never like some bitter woman screaming and falling apart in front of him.

“Let’s talk when you’ve calmed down.” Without looking back, Tyrone walked out the door.

Just then, Raine arrived.

Tyrone glanced up at the second floor and reminded his sister. “Aella’s not in a good mood. I ordered her some food. Stay with her, make sure she eats, and then take her out for some fresh air.”

Before Raine could reply, Tyrone was already gone,

This wasn’t the first time Aella pretended to faint.

Whenever she upset him, she would act sick, weak, or pitiful.

Each time, he would turn a blind eye and let it slide.

But this time, she had gone too far.

He wanted her to cool off.

Raine went upstairs and stepped into the master bedroom.

She was horrified when she saw Aella lying on the floor. “Aella!”

She rushed to her side, lifting her up, only to realize Aella had genuinely passed out.

Raine quickly called Tyrone, but his line was busy.

With no other choice, she dialed 911.

When Aella opened her eyes again, she found herself in a hospital room. Raine and her mother-in-law, Virginia Winter, sat close, watching over her. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ find[ɴ]ovel.net

The moment she woke, Virginia hurried to her. “Aella, did it hurt?”

Weak and drained, Aella shook her head. “Why am I in the hospital?”

Raine helped her sit up. “Aella, you fainted at home.”

Slowly, her mind cleared.

She remembered the fight with Tyrone, biting him, and him pushing her away.

Looking around the room, she asked softly, “Did Tyrone drop me off here and then leave?”

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