Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707 The Fear She Had Never Felt

Draven’s capacity for destruction was worse than she’d imagined.

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The Draven who’d lived with her at Westhaven for eight months was warm. Patient. Kind. That wasn’t the man standing in front of her.

Deep down, a thread of genuine fear wound through Ayla. A fear she’d never felt with Troy. Troy scared her differently–she was afraid of his recklessness, afraid he’d lose control and swing at her. But she could dodge that.

This bone–deep chill, she only felt with Draven.

Why was she afraid?

Because she didn’t know what came next.

Ayla suddenly couldn’t tell anymore. Was the warmth Draven had shown her just another mask? Something designed to lower her guard?

And where was the line for his coldness? His ruthlessness?

Was this just about getting rid of Max?

Or, if someone pushed further–crossed a deeper line–would he escalate without hesitation?

Not just removing people from the room. Something worse.

Like what Troy had mentioned. The uncle incident.

Would Draven… actually kill someone?

Ayla knew she was spiraling because she was shaken. Thinking in extremes.

But it was everything Draven had done that put those thoughts in her head. She hadn’t made them up.

Draven tugged lightly at her hand.

Ayla yanked it away on reflex, their hands parting with a sharp smack.

She stepped back.

Draven stared at the hand she’d slapped away. He looked like something inside him had broken. His brow creased. The hurt was right there on his face.

His hand curled into a fist.

“Ayla, it’s me… You stepped back from me? Really?”

It had never occurred to him that Ayla could be afraid of him.

But then, he’d given her every reason to be.

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Chapter 707 The Fear She Had Never Felt

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Inside Draven, something feral had always been caged. A beast that wanted to tear through every obstacle by brute force.

If he let it loose, the damage would be more than he could bear. More than Ayla could bear.

Draven willed himself to think clearly. He’d just been… rattled. Seeing Ayla and Max together had set him off. That was all.

He was not a beast.

Ayla looked at the man in front of her–so familiar and so foreign at once. Her hands were shaking. “I don’t even know how to be around you anymore. Draven, please. Just let me go. I don’t have the energy for this.”

Her voice was calm. Almost soothing..

She couldn’t let too much fear show.

She didn’t know which nerve would set him off.

So, she needed to act normally.

She’d never imagined things between them could shift this violently.

“You’re scared of me right now. Aren’t you?”

Draven wouldn’t let it go.

The man who used to bury everything, who never said a word when things went wrong, was now pressing her for answers when she desperately wanted to change the subject.

Ayla’s face paled. “Yes. I’m scared of you.”

“Scared of what?”

“Scared of how you looked when you pointed a gun at Troy. Scared of how cold and ruthless you can be. Scared that you’ve done so many things I never saw coming. All of it–every single thing–was beyond what I imagined. I can’t… read you. I don’t know where your limits are. So, yes. I’m afraid.”

By the time she finished, her eyes were red.

Draven’s were, too. He pressed his lips tight and walked toward her.

At six foot three, he was a wall.

Ayla was five foot seven. The size difference was enormous.

He could block her from the world with his body alone.

And this was his territory. He could do whatever he wanted.

His silent approach only magnified the dread coiling in her chest.

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