Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 262

Ayla wasn't afraid anymore.

But the moment Troy found out, he made his move.

Ayla clenched her hand. "Yeah. So what?"

"You care that much about Skyla?" Troy asked.

He asked like that because he thought she was jealous, then pushed Halle to act.

Troy was trying to figure out who the mastermind was.

But Ayla couldn't understand why Troy kept asking the same thing over and over again.

We are divorced. Do I still have to prove how much I loved him back then?

In the end, it's still about his own thrill. He just wants to see me love him so much that I lose myself. Only then will he feel good.

Each of Troy's questions stabbed straight into her scars, tearing them open.

He was forcing her to show the bloody mess to the very person who'd hurt her!

Ayla completely lost control. She ground her teeth, her eyes full of hatred and fury. "Troy, you really know how to grind people down!"

The look on her face reminded Troy of the day they got the divorce certificate.

Her accusations, her anger, even that faint hint of grievance...

A strange thrill rose in Troy's chest.

Ayla's breakdown proves one thing. She's still in love with me. That's why she was jealous.

That answer instantly calmed Troy's chaotic heart.

Eagerly, he pressed on, "So you let Halle embarrass Skyla because you were jealous?"

"Yes! I was jealous!" Ayla snapped. "We weren't even divorced yet. You treated another woman that well. What was I supposed to think? Why couldn't I be jealous?"

At the time, Ayla hadn't even known. Halle had done it first, then told her.

Troy cared too much about Skyla. This couldn't be pinned on Halle, or Troy's anger would turn on her.

Ayla had to take it on herself. She had to lie.

But this wasn't a lie.

If you love someone, you naturally can't accept them crossing boundaries with another woman.

So every word Ayla said came straight from the heart!

She was only saying it after the divorce. Even if it was meaningless now.

At that moment, he couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes.

When Ayla miscarried, he'd thought, So what if the baby's gone? There will be another.

He'd never imagined Ayla would suffer this much because of that child.

After the miscarriage, she never mentioned it again. Troy naturally forgot about it. It was as if it had never happened.

But now, hearing her talk about it again, still crying so hard, he couldn't even imagine how much pain she'd been in back then.

And at that time, he was with Skyla, who had just returned to the country.

"Fine. Just like you said—even if I'd told you back then that I hated Skyla, would you have left her? Would you have cared about me, even a little?" Ayla demanded. "You took Skyla to your company. You gave her birthday gifts. For her, you abandoned me on a mountain late at night. You personally went to watch her race. You even bought her a house. You did so much for her. Can you swear right now that if I said I hated Skyla, you'd never have anything to do with her again?"

"I—"

Troy opened his mouth, trying to say something.

Ayla didn't give him the chance. Anything he said would've been a joke.

"You wouldn't! You can't!" she cried. "Even now, you still do whatever you want. You still only care about yourself. You never care whether I live or die! How could you care if I hated Skyla?

"You're blaming me now for not speaking up back then, when you couldn't even do it yourself, even if I did. You're not just bringing things up when it's too late—you're hypocritical!"

Ayla's eyes were red as she clenched her teeth. "Troy, can you please stop coming after me? For the sake of our unborn child, can you stop tormenting me? Please. Can you promise me that?"