Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 751

Divorce and Freedom: No More Homemaker for Him

Chapter 751 The High–Level Imposter

Ayla tried to picture it—a little version of herself with an affectionate, relentless older sister constantly dragging her around. There was no way she could’ve focused on everything she loved back then. She would’ve lost her mind.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?”

“We’re completely different. We wouldn’t have gotten along.”

Fabiola looked stricken. “So, you just hate me. Because my mom drugged your dad and wrecked your family, right?”

By now, Ayla had seen right through Fabiola’s thick skin. She knew it was an act.

Someone like Fabiola, who could openly criticize her own mother, didn’t think like a normal person. She was just playing for sympathy.

Fabiola had fully sunk into the fantasy of being Ayla’s big sister. First time playing the role, and she was loving it. “Ayla, don’t be like this. I would never hurt you. I’d protect you–because I’m the older one, and that’s what the older one does.”

Ayla’s lips twitched slightly. “That’s enough. Phil is petty and couldn’t stand to see my mom succeed–they were never going to last.”

After Fabiola shared everything with her, Ayla started piecing together a lot of details from her childhood. Like the way Phil had always undermined Juliana’s academic work. Now, she could see it for what it was: jealousy. A husband who resented his own wife’s achievements that badly—it was shameful.

Ayla said, “Stop bringing up our parents. I don’t want to hear anything about Phil.”

Fabiola smiled. “So, you don’t actually hold it against me. Then why are you still so prickly?”

Ayla glanced at Fabiola’s “good girl” facade. This seemingly harmless woman gave her endless goosebumps. Ayla let out a frustrated laugh. “Just stop smiling like that.”

Fabiola actually stopped. She blinked at Ayla with wide eyes, wearing the most “aren’t I being such a good sis” expression she could manage.

Ayla was starting to understand exactly how Fabiola had played Melody–leading her around in cir until, by the time Melody realized her closest friend had stabbed her in the back, there wasn’t a shre proof.

She was a master of disguise.

“Fabiola, you’ve got a track record. Don’t think acting cute is going to make me warm up to you.” Ayla had never expected to gain an older sister, and she certainly hadn’t wanted one.

Fabiola blinked. “You mean Melody?”

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“Yeah.” Ayla had seen it herself.

Something cold flickered across Fabiola’s face for just a moment. “Melody? Please.”

Then her mask slid back into place–warm, considerate, the picture of goodwill. “Ayla, what you mean to me is completely different. Melody couldn’t hold a candle to you.”

“…Thanks for the flattery.”

“I just don’t know what to do to make you trust me.” Fabiola didn’t seem bothered. “But I’ll get my chance to show you.”

Ayla’s phone buzzed. A message from Draven–around a mile from the exit. Just a few minutes.

Fabiola caught it, too. “My brother–in–law is almost here.”

“Last time, you couldn’t stand him. Now it’s ‘brother–in–law‘?”

“If you like him, he’s my brother–in–law,” Fabiola said. “Even if I’m not exactly a fan.”

Fabiola didn’t like any man who took Ayla away from her; she hadn’t had nearly enough “sister time” Draven was her “love rival.”

yet.

Fabiola asked, “Ayla, be honest–did you rush out here to see Draven, or to see the babies?”

Ayla locked her phone. “You’re too nosy.”

“I’m just curious.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Got it, I’ll shut up.”

Ayla pressed her fingers to her forehead. She’d gotten attached to someone who couldn’t be scolded or shaken off–and this person happened to be her older sister. Annoying as it was, something in Ayla quietly registered that her life was slowly filling with noise again.

A little while later, the convoy finally came into view.

Ayla got out of the car.

Fabiola followed.

The door of the van in the middle of the convoy slid open, and a tall figure stepped out. Draven appeared at the front of the vehicle.

A smile had already crept onto Ayla’s lips without her permission.

It had been a whole week.

And Draven was still unfairly handsome.

Draven’s eyes found Ayla first. Then, they moved to the woman standing beside her–roughly Ayla’s height

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