Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 698

Chapter 698 The Storm Estate

Had Ayla’s taste shifted toward someone like Max, warm and easy and quick to make her laugh?

The thought made Draven’s vision bim at the edges

He was losing blood. His whole body had gone cold.

He was grateful for the pain. It gave him something to hold onto

Max wanted Doy to give up for good and stop making Ayla’s life harder. He said, “Troy, she’s in good

The last of the color left Troy’s face.

Ayla’s choice, Max’s betrayal His children still in Draven’s hands. This was probably the most humiliat

Troy had never imagined his life could be reduced to something like this. Every shred of dignity, gone How had he ended up here?

Troy moved toward Max without thinking. His leg gave out after a few steps and he went down on one knee, the pain too much to push through.

He had nothing left. No strength to pull her back, no argument she hadn’t already heard. He just stared her, unblinking, as though looking hard enough might change something, might make her turn around and feel something for him.

Ayla looked elsewhere. Not at him. Not at Draven either.

Troy’s chest ached with a clarity that was almost worse than anger. He hadn’t lost Ayla because he was weaker than Draven, or less resourceful, or because he hadn’t tried. He hadn’t lost because she’d never given him a chance. He’d lost because he had never understood where he’d gone wrong, and his own character had cost him everything.

Ayla had already walked away from Draven too. Whatever war Troy had been fighting, it had never mattered

None of it had anything to do with Draven. It never had.

He opened his mouth to say her name. What came out was barely a sound. Then the world went dark and he collapsed.

Garrett moved in immediately, catching him before he hit the ground He looked back at the bodyguards “Hospital Now”

They were gone within minutes, the engine fading the exhaust hanging briefly in the cold air.

Every story eventually reaches a quiet ending This one closed without ceremony carrying its grief and its damage or hue the night

Max noticed Ayte’s hand at her side, hugets pressed tight. The leaned lose and said softly, Garrett’s with

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Chapter 698 The Storm Estate

him. Troy’s not going to die.”

Fin

She had never wanted that. Whatever she felt toward Troy, it had never extended to wishing him real

harm.

Max had read her exactly right.

Max was here to hold ground for her, and he knew it. Whatever was still unresolved between Ayla and Draven hadn’t reached the kind of wreckage Troy had made of things, and four months wasn’t very lo

He didn’t believe for a second that she felt nothing when she looked at Draven. So he stayed where he a steady presence between them.

“Mr. Storm,” he said. “Take us to the children.”

Only then did Ayla look at Draven again.

She followed his motorcade in the sports car, through the mountain gates and onto the estate grounds.

Inside the entrance was a bamboo–lined path, carefully tended, the kind of landscaping that took decad of intention. They drove for a full five minutes, curving around to the far side of the mountain before t main residence came into view.

Max let out a low sound. “The Storms have serious money.”

Ayla had never seen a private estate like this either.

It felt completely foreign. Like meeting a stranger who wore a familiar face.

The Draven she had known had been steady, almost faultless–asking little, giving quietly, never creating unnecessary turbulence. She had thought him close to perfect.

But no one was actually perfect. She wasn’t either.

She had spent years loving someone who didn’t love her back, forgetting to take care of herself, walking away from that marriage with damage she was still carrying.

She had come so far since the marriage ended. And yet here she was, still paying for old choices, tangled in something that kept pulling her deeper. That was hers to bear.

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