Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 20

**TITLE: Unwritten Feelings Drift by Austen**
**Chapter 20: The Ring on Her Hand**

Today, Troy stumbled upon a startling revelation from Laura: Ayla had been absent from their home for an entire week. Not a single call had graced his phone during that time, a silence that felt deafening.

Ayla had set a new record for her own evasiveness.

Her demeanor today was markedly altered, a shift that caught him off guard.

Troy had never imagined that Ayla would possess the audacity to remain upset with him for a full week.

He understood the underlying reasons for her behavior, yet he felt no inclination to reach out or soothe her wounded feelings.

Comforting her had never crossed his mind.

Instead, he trailed behind her, maintaining his signature coldness.

As they entered the estate’s grand hall, the warmth from the heater enveloped them, a stark contrast to the chill that older generations often struggled to endure.

The moment Ayla stepped inside, her icy hands and feet began to thaw, and she deftly removed her coat.

A maid approached, taking the coat from her, and inadvertently brushed against Ayla’s hand. “Gosh! Your hands are freezing,” she exclaimed, concern lacing her tone.

“I’m fine. It’ll warm up soon,” Ayla replied dismissively, her voice steady but her heart racing.

The maid had hoped that Troy would take the hint, that he would reach out and offer his warmth to Ayla’s chilled fingers.

But Troy remained impassive, his gaze fixed elsewhere.

With a soft sigh, the maid returned to her duties, disappointment evident in her eyes.

Troy lingered just behind Ayla. As she conversed with the maid, his gaze fell upon the ring adorning her finger.

There it was again—the wedding band.

Ayla certainly knew how to put on a performance.

Deep within, Troy found himself wishing she would escalate things, perhaps file for divorce, create a scene that would demand the attention of the entire family, and even defy his grandfather’s wishes.

At least then, she would surprise him.

But no, Ayla had a knack for keeping her defiance neatly tucked away, never drawing the kind of attention that would make waves.

Sensing his scrutiny, Ayla instinctively curled her left hand, concealing the ring.

In reality, it wasn’t her wedding band at all; it was a matching friendship ring that Halle had gifted her.

Since she had decided to show her face today, she felt compelled to play her part convincingly. Otherwise, if anyone noticed her lack of a ring, she would have to conjure up elaborate excuses to explain her absence of the symbol of their union.

Each time Troy visited Martin, he donned a ring as well.

Today was no exception, but the ring he wore was not their wedding band.

Instead, it was the matching couple set he shared with Skyla, a detail that would go unnoticed by most.

Men’s rings often bore a striking resemblance to one another; only someone who scrutinized closely could discern the difference. No one could truly know which ring Troy was wearing or what it signified.

Ayla chose not to dwell on it further. She walked deeper into the hall, her mind racing with thoughts.

Through the open shelves, she spotted Draven, seated on a heavy wooden chair, sipping tea with an air of indifference that was almost palpable.

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