Divorce Me I'm Done Serving You (Ayla and Troy) novel Chapter 906

It really was that simple.

Being with someone wasn’t just about attraction or love—you had to matter to each other. You had to be needed.

Blake didn’t love him. And emotionally, she didn’t need him either.

There was no space for Herman in Blake’s world—nowhere he was needed.

So he kept running into the same wall, over and over again.

Inside, it was chaos—a storm he couldn’t quiet. But on the surface, he didn’t let any of it show. He acted like he hadn’t heard a thing and walked away like it meant nothing.

He could keep it together in front of other people. But alone, the cracks showed—the quieter, weaker side of him, worn down and disappointed.

Like now, sitting in his car, staring into nothing, a heaviness is settling over him.

He couldn’t stop worrying about Blake. So after work, he followed her—keeping his distance, making sure she never noticed.

She pulled into her parking spot at home.

After getting out of the car, she paused, one hand braced on the door.

She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.

For just a moment, the exhaustion she never showed anyone slipped through.

Herman’s chest tightened.

He knew it. She was forcing herself to hold on.

Why couldn’t she just take better care of herself?

He had the urge to jump out of the car and take her straight to the hospital. But showing up like that would cross a line. It would mean admitting he’d been following her.

Blake wouldn’t hesitate—she’d tell him to get lost without a second thought. And once she did, that would be it. No coming back from it. She could shut that door in under a minute.

That was just how she was—decisive, final, no room for argument.

Herman knew that too well, so he didn’t dare test it.

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Like a loop on repeat, he saw Blake at the office again the next day—perfectly fine.

All he could manage was a tight, bitter smile.

Sometimes Herman wondered if he was just fooling himself. He kept thinking she needed him, that she needed someone looking out for her.

But she didn’t. Not even a little. It was all in his head—like he was playing out some over-the-top drama by himself, when in reality, he was just making a fool of himself.

Like some loyal guard ready to lay down his life, convincing himself the queen couldn’t live without him.

When the truth was, she wouldn’t even spare a thought for him—wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t care.

That was the truth of their relationship.

Herman finally saw it for what it was. It stung, but in the end, none of it—none of what he felt—made any difference.

No matter how much he turned it over in his head, nothing changed. It didn’t matter.

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