Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 231

A brutal and violent fight should have nothing to do with them.

Bria froze for a few seconds before she fully grasped what she'd just seen.

What made her angriest was that Troy had actually been beaten by Draven.

And Ayla, her sisterinlaw, just stood there doing nothing!

That was unbelievable!

Bria didn't dare challenge Draven, but Ayla? That was a different story. She stepped in front of her, chin up, full of attitude. "Didn't you see my brother get hurt? Why aren't you staying to help him? Where are you going?"

Ayla answered coolly, "Didn't Troy tell you we're divorced?"

Bria sneered. "Weren't you two messing around before? Did you actually go through with divorcing him?"

"Ask him yourself."

Ayla walked off without another word. The Winstons' business was Troy's to handle anyway.

Bria called after her a few times, but Ayla didn't even look back. Bria stood there, stunned. Ayla was getting bolder—she didn't even care about Troy anymore!

Bria rushed into the villa. The moment she stepped into the living room, she saw the place in complete disarray. Laura was cleaning up.

Just as she picked up the pine-patterned mug broken cleanly in half, Troy, who had been slumped on the couch like a lifeless man, suddenly snapped back. He ordered, "Don't throw that away."

Laura nodded, then turned and noticed Bria. "Mr. Winston, your sister is here."

Troy looked up, frowning. "You were the one who let Draven in?"

Bria panicked, afraid he'd blame her. "I ... I was scared of him..."

Troy didn't want to argue. "Come help me."

His hands were tied behind his back.

Damn it!

Bria hurried over to help. Troy's wrists were marked with glaring red marks—Draven hadn't held back at all.

Her heart ached, anger flaring. "Draven went way too far! You should tell Grandpa!"

Troy wasn't afraid of pain. He stared at his wrists as if they belonged to someone else.

Ayla's wrists had been rubbed raw as well.

He'd assumed she'd never tried to escape, but in truth, she had been quietly resisting from the start, already trying to get away.

Just like with the divorce—she hadn't said a word, just did it.

That was why he was struggling to accept it now.

Troy had asked himself the same thing. Shouldn't he feel relieved?

But reality was nothing what he'd imagined.

He'd completely lost control—emotionally, physically, everything. He never saw it coming.

If Ayla hadn't divorced him, he might have gone his whole life without realizing this side of himself.

Just then, Laura brought over some ointment. "Ayla prepared this earlier. It's not expired. Mr. Winston, put it on your wrists. You'll feel better tomorrow."

Troy took the tube and looked at it. "Why did she keep this?"

Laura hesitated. "When you two first got married, she wasn't good at cooking. She kept getting cuts while chopping, so she kept these on hand."

Troy's grip tightened, emotions swirling in his eyes.

Hearing that, Bria felt a pang of regret. "Troy, I'm glad you're divorced, but it's a shame we won't get to eat her cooking anymore."

She had always thought Ayla, aside from being pretty, wasn't good enough for her brother.

But Ayla had one talent—her cooking was amazing. Bria had tried it once and couldn't stop praising it.

Troy's mind flashed to Ayla walking away decisively. His chest tightened painfully, making it hard to breathe. He wanted to ask why she left. Seeing all the little signs she'd left behind, his doubts only grew.