Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 14

**Chapter 14: Hidden Identity**

It was perhaps an undeniable truth that Ayla possessed an extraordinary gift for racing, a talent that seemed to flow through her veins with an effortless grace. From the very first time she revved the engine, it was clear she had a natural affinity for the sport. With only a handful of races under her belt, she quickly garnered a devoted following within the underground racing scene—a vibrant community of enthusiasts who were always on the edge of their seats, eager to witness her next thrilling performance.

One particular race became the stuff of legends; Ayla shattered a long-standing professional track record, a feat that sent ripples of excitement through the racing world. News of her remarkable achievement spread like wildfire, and soon enough, her fan base exploded, far exceeding anything she had ever imagined.

It was during this meteoric rise to fame that Bria first caught wind of Ayla’s exceptional prowess behind the wheel.

Yet, the spotlight was never what Ayla had sought; the roar of the crowd and the accolades meant little to her. As her name became synonymous with success, she felt the fire of her passion begin to flicker and fade. The thrill of racing, which had once filled her with exhilaration, was now overshadowed by the weight of public attention. Seeking to reclaim the joy that had drawn her to the sport in the first place, she turned her gaze toward other extreme sports, yearning for fresh challenges that could reignite her adventurous spirit.

Still, the vivid memories of the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she tore down the track lingered in her mind, bittersweet reminders of her glory days.

“I’ve quit,” Ayla stated with a resolute finality, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of sadness. “Please, don’t go spreading the word.”

Halle, ever the spirited friend, shot back with a teasing grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And what if I do? What could you possibly do about it?”

Ayla chuckled softly, the sound a mix of amusement and resignation. She knew Halle far too well; her friend had a knack for pushing buttons, and this was no exception. “Say whatever you like. No one will take you seriously. Even if they did, I have no intention of returning to the track.”

For many, racing represented a badge of honor, a testament to years of dedication and hard work. But for Ayla, it had been a fleeting passion, a chapter of her life that, while exhilarating, had never truly defined her.

As Halle observed Ayla more closely, the playful banter faded into a thoughtful silence. In her eyes, Ayla was not just a friend; she was a breathtaking vision, the most captivating woman she had ever encountered.

Society often likened women to delicate flowers—fragile and gentle. But Ayla was a force of nature, shattering those stereotypes with her sharp, cool demeanor that resembled a finely honed blade. She drew the attention of those around her, compelling them to admire her presence.

These days, people spoke of her with a sense of reverence, noting her refined and intellectual charm. Her beauty inspired a primal urge to claim her, not only among men but also among women who found themselves irresistibly drawn to her magnetic allure.

Ayla was not merely beautiful; she was undeniably cool.

When Halle first crossed paths with Ayla, she was instantly captivated by her striking looks and formidable energy. It was as if an invisible force pulled Halle toward her, forging an unbreakable bond of friendship that would withstand the test of time.

Back in those exhilarating days, Ayla was fearless, a whirlwind on the racing circuit, leaving spectators breathless in her wake. Anyone fortunate enough to witness her in action would have felt their hearts race in sync with hers, caught up in the sheer thrill of the moment.

Ayla radiated an unmistakable brilliance, illuminating the world around her.

It was no surprise that Bria, a free spirit who thrived on excitement, would have been irresistibly drawn to the vibrant Ayla of those days.

But three years of marriage had dulled that sparkle, leaving Ayla feeling almost like a shadow of her former self, the vibrant woman she once was now obscured by the weight of her experiences.

Halle couldn’t suppress a sigh, her expression a mix of concern and affection. “Honestly, if someone told me right now that you were once the legendary Sol, I would struggle to believe it.”

With a playful nudge, she linked her arm through Ayla’s. “But even if you weren’t Sol, I was captivated the moment I laid eyes on you. You had me from the start.”

Ayla recognized Halle’s attempt to lift her spirits, a gesture that warmed her heart. “Don’t worry about it. Whatever Bria says, I promise I won’t let it get to me.”

In the past, Ayla had cared deeply about the opinions of others—especially because of her feelings for Troy. Naturally, she had craved the approval of those around him.

But now, she had moved on from Troy, and with his absence, Bria’s opinion held little weight.

“I just wanted to see you smile. Is that too much to ask?” Halle replied, her grin wide and genuine, her sincerity shining through.

Ayla couldn’t help but laugh, a sound of helpless amusement escaping her lips. “Alright then, keep it coming.”

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