Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114 The Last Thread Snaps

Chapter 114 The Last Thread Snaps

This was Troy’s real anger.

“Ayla, you talking to me like this-aren’t you afraid of dying?”

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His voice was calm, but the look in his eyes was so dark Ayla couldn’t meet them. It stirred a fear deep in her gut.

But fear didn’t matter anymore.

Fear and backing down only made Troy worse.

Ayla sneered. “If you had the guts to kill me, you would’ve done it already.”

Troy said nothing.

And he had no good response. This was a lawful society. Killing someone was illegal.

Besides, they were just a married couple with issues, not bitter enemies.

His threats were empty, just for show. No need to be afraid.

They were already headed for divorce and it couldn’t get any worse between them. So why should she keep holding back?

Ayla said coldly, “Tell your driver to stop the car. Troy, I have nothing left to say to you.”

Troy didn’t move.

As always, he ignored her. Ayla wasn’t surprised. She glanced at the driver, then at the road ahead.

Right then, Troy grabbed her fingers, threading his between hers, locking them tight.

Ayla’s pupils shrank. She jerked her head to look at him.

Troy looked down at their joined hands.

She instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip was strong. He seemed curious.

He looked up at her, his voice laced with something between mockery and something else. “So this is what it feels like.”

Ayla didn’t respond.

Troy had never reached for her before. When she tried to get close, he always pulled away.

Now he was the one holding her.

Troy noticed she had changed, but Alya never stopped to think he might have changed too.

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Chapter 114 The Last Thread Snaps

She let her guard down-and he took advantage.

But what Troy didn’t know was that this tiny gesture hit her hard.

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If she had to dig through three loveless years of marriage to find even one warm moment, it would be hand-holding.

When he was sick or drunk-when people were most vulnerable-he would let his guard down. In those moments, he wasn’t cold. He was reachable. Ayla would care for him, sit by his bed and quietly hold his hand.

Maybe he wanted comfort, and sometimes, he’d even hold her back. Palm to palm, in silence.

He drank often, so she’d seen those moments more than once. She thought maybe, just maybe, he had cared a little. That he remembered at least that much.

But now he was saying, “So this is what it feels like.”

And he was still wearing the couple ring from Skyla.

That one sentence shattered everything. At that moment, Ayla felt her whole body go cold. A chill shot from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. It was like a knife had stabbed her heart again and again, tearing it apart.

What hurt wasn’t that Troy didn’t love her. It was that he had just destroyed the only bit of warmth she still held onto.

Three years of marriage, and she thought maybe there had been one sliver of tenderness.

But even that was gone now.

Ayla stared for a second, her mind blank, then just one thought surfaced.

Three years, all for nothing.

She slapped Troy across the face.

It wasn’t hard, but it landed squarely.

Before he could react, she hit him again.

As the third slap came, Troy finally caught her wrist-but Ayla had snapped.

She tensed up like a cornered animal, eyes wild, teeth clenched. Just moments ago she thought struggling was pointless, but now she fought with everything she had. Her fists and palms hit him hard. She kicked.

She even bit him.

Troy had no idea what he’d done to set her off. He couldn’t figure it out.

But for the first time, he could feel her pain.

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