Tyrone's voice was firm. "If you've calmed down, then we can talk properly." But Aella was utterly devastated, barely able to move or respond. She lay with her eyes closed, drained of all strength. Tyrone hesitated, then stood up to clean the bathroom. They had argued before, but Aella had never thrown things in anger. She never even waited for him to calm her down. Once she cooled off, she always came to him first to make things right. Deep down, he believed, 'She just loves me too much. I missed our third anniversary, and now she's so upset that she won't even accept the gift I brought to make it up to her.' After showering and changing into pajamas, Tyrone went downstairs and brought a bowl of broth back to the bedroom. He placed it on the nightstand and gently tried to wake Aella. "Come on, sit up and have some of this." Aella rolled over, turning her back to him. Tyrone sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her up firmly against his chest, and said, "Be good and finish the broth. Do that, and I'll let go of you faking a faint and complaining to my mother." Aella's voice was hoarse, her expression numb. "Tyrone," she asked quietly, "if I died, would you still think I was faking it?" Before her family went bankrupt, she had indeed been willful and spoiled. But after three years of marriage to Tyrone, she was no longer the same Reid princess she once was. Tyrone turned her to face him, his gaze steady and uncompromising. "It seems you're still not calm enough," he said, his voice low and controlled. Aella met his gaze, her eyes tired but unwavering. "I can't stay calm when I'm with you," she replied.Tyrone released her and stood up. "If that's how you feel, I'll stay somewhere else for a few days," he said flatly. "We can talk when you're ready to be reasonable." With that, he turned and went to the walk-in closet to change. A few minutes later, he emerged, fully dressed and ready to leave. Tyrone paused at the foot of the bed, standing in silence for a long moment. Seeing Aella still lying there, motionless and drained of spirit, he turned and left without a backward glance, leaving her alone to drown in the weight of her despair. ***** The next morning, Raine came to see Aella, who still hadn't gotten out of bed. Feeling sorry for her but not daring to say too much, Raine helped her up, joined her for breakfast, and took her out for a walk. Tyrone had always been strict with Raine. If she dared to gossip, Raine knew he wouldn't hesitate to cut off her allowance. The fresh air lifted Aella's spirits a little. Raine led her into the Winter luxury mall. "Aella," she asked cautiously, "have you said anything to Tyrone about that woman yet?" Aella felt a wave of exhaustion at the very thought. "Raine, I'm in a terrible state right now," she said quietly. "I need some time to clear my head and think straight." 'If I tell Raine that I want to divorce Tyrone, her big mouth will make the whole Winter family know it in minutes. And if they find out, my parents will hear about it too. Mom's still in the hospital. I can't cause any more trouble right now,' Aella thought. Raine quickly changed the subject. "It's okay, Aella. Let's go shopping in our mall. You can pick out anything you want, and Tyrone will cover it." Aella nodded numbly. She had lost all interest in everything, let alone shopping. When they reached the mall entrance, a security guard stepped forward and stopped them. "I'm sorry, ladies, but the mall has been privately booked for the day," he explained politely but firmly. "It's closed to the public."Raine was stunned. "Who in Vleka would dare to book our family's top luxury mall?" she demanded, her voice a mix of disbelief and irritation. Aella gently pulled her back. "Just leave it, Raine. We can walk somewhere else. It's all the same to me." She had only come out for some fresh air. Shopping was the last thing on her mind. But Raine refused to back down. "Go and find out who booked the entire mall," she insisted, her tone growing more determined. "I want to know who's behind this." The guard, taking in their elegant appearance, chose his words carefully. "I'm sorry, ladies, but we're not authorized to share that information." Raine fixed the guards with a sharp glare. "This mall belongs to Winter Group," she stated coldly. "I am Raine Winter. If you continue to block us, I will have you fired immediately."Intimidated, the guards quickly stepped aside. Seizing the opportunity, Raine pulled Aella inside and guided her toward the elevator. "Come on, Aella," she urged, "let's go up to the third floor. They have the best shoes there." As they stepped off the elevator, they froze. There was Tyrone, kneeling before a woman, helping her try on a pair of shoes. The woman's head was bowed, long hair obscuring half her face, but the gentle, attentive way Tyrone fastened her shoelaces left no room for doubt. Aella clutched her chest, her already pale face turning ashen. She knew the only woman Tyrone would ever kneel for was Zera. So when he said he'd stay somewhere else, it was just to stay with her. In three years of marriage, Aella had always been the one serving Tyrone, trying to please him. He had never done anything as considerate as helping her put on shoes. He hadn't even once handed her a pair of slippers. The sight before her now was so shocking that it left her frozen, utterly stunned. Raine rushed forward to steady Aella, who was swaying unsteadily. Raine's anger was so intense that her teeth were grinding together. Aella grabbed Raine's arm and turned to leave. She couldn't afford to make a scene, not with her parents still in the hospital, and not when she still felt compelled to protect Tyrone's reputation. But Raine had finally reached her limit. We saw this by accident. I didn't go spreading rumors. He has no right to cut my allowance now. She shoved Aella's hand away and swung her handbag hard toward the woman. "You bitch!" she screamed, charging straight at Zera. Aella rushed to hold her back. Tyrone moved swiftly. Before Raine could get to Zera, he pulled her into a fitting room and locked the door. He turned to Aella, his eyes showing no guilt, only cold accusation. "Were you following me?"Aella's lips trembled. Her gaze, filled with hurt, met his. "Tyrone, you're supposed to be at work right now," she said. Yet there he was, having booked the entire mall for his first love, even kneeling to help her put on the shoes. Tyrone still offered no explanation. "Take Raine home first," he said. He stood firmly in front of the fitting room door, deliberately blocking Aella's path. Raine could no longer contain her fury. "Tyrone, get out of my way," she said, her voice shaking with rage. "Let that home-wrecker come out and face me. Right now!" Tyrone pushed Raine back firmly. "Enough," he said, his voice low and dangerous. Then he shot her a sharp warning look. "Take Aella home now." Raine was seething with anger. "Tyrone, after everything Aella has done for you, how can you treat her like this?" she demanded, her voice trembling with emotion. Tyrone's jaw tightened. Seeing that reasoning with Raine was pointless, he turned back to Aella. "Aella, leave with Raine now. We'll discuss this tonight when I get home." Aella's vision was blurry with unshed tears, but she stared fixedly at Tyrone. "Since we've run into each other like this, let me meet her," she said, her voice quiet but unwavering. Tyrone's response was cold and immediate. "There's no need for that," he said, his tone leaving no room for discussion. He didn't even glance toward the fitting room, his attention fixed solely on Aella. Aella held her ground, "And what if I insist on meeting her?" she asked, looking directly into his eyes. "What will you do then?" Tyrone spoke slowly, each word deliberately sharp. "Will you leave on your own? Or do I need to call security to have you escorted out? The choice is yours." Their eyes locked in a tense silence. Tears of despair streamed down Aella's face. "Fine," she whispered bitterly. "I'd love to see what you'll do to me for your precious woman, Mr. Winter." Tyrone's voice lowered, thick with impatience and warning. "Aella, don't make me regret ever marrying you," he said, each word cold and deliberate. "Walk away now, for your own sake." Aella stared blankly at his face, biting her lower lip until she tasted blood. 'Regret? He must have regretted it long ago.' The next second, she turned and fled, humiliated, broken, and utterly pathetic. Tyrone watched her desperate retreat, an unfamiliar tightness gripping his chest. Raine burst into angry tears. "Tyrone, if Aella ever really leaves you, I'll throw a city-wide party to celebrate," she shouted bitterly before running off after Aella. Tyrone stood silently by the fitting room door for over a minute before finally unlocking it. Zera stepped out, taken aback by his grim expression. "Tyrone," she said guiltily, "why wouldn't you let me meet your wife? The more you hide this, the more she'll misunderstand us."Tyrone rubbed his temples wearily. "She has a quick temper, and Raine is even more impulsive," he explained, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "I was worried they might do something that would hurt you."