Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 27

**TITLE: Unwritten Feelings Drift by Austen**

**Chapter 27: The Gentleman**

“Absolutely! Did you not notice the way Troy dotes on his wife? It’s as if he can barely contain the affection radiating from him. He practically shouts to the world that she belongs to him. Men, regardless of their stature or wealth, have an innate desire to showcase the women they cherish. And Mrs. Winston, with her remarkable talents, only fuels his urge to display her even more proudly.”

Ayla felt herself freeze at those words.

In her heart, she had always viewed Sacha’s husband as a rare gem, a treasure among men.

Ayla had long held the belief that not all men were capable of such profound love for their wives.

But Troy was a different breed altogether. His demeanor was often frosty, and even if he did harbor feelings for someone, he could never emulate the warmth exhibited by Sacha’s husband.

Her gaze fell to the ground, a wave of realization washing over her.

She understood now that she had been deceiving herself. When love is authentic, it remains consistent and unwavering, regardless of the circumstances.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Ayla pushed those thoughts aside, determined to keep moving forward.

In the midst of the bustling fair, a tech company was showcasing a remarkable robot, demonstrating its capabilities live. The machine glided effortlessly forward, backward, and sideways, even performing flips and jumps that mimicked human movements.

Suddenly, a staff member kicked the robot with force. It stumbled slightly yet managed to regain its footing.

Then, an invitation was extended to the audience to give it a try.

One enthusiastic participant, perhaps a bit too eager, unleashed a powerful kick. The robot lost its balance, swaying precariously to the left.

As Ayla strolled past, she never imagined that misfortune awaited her. Out of nowhere, the robot careened into her, its hefty frame crashing against her.

Weighing over 200 pounds, the impact struck her arm with a force that sent her sprawling to the ground. The robot toppled over alongside her, its cold steel pressing down like a heavy burden.

The unforgiving weight of the metal felt as if it might crush her entirely. Gritting her teeth, Ayla braced herself against the floor, twisting awkwardly to escape its grasp. The unfortunate outcome was that her left palm scraped harshly against the ground, tearing the skin and leaving a trail of bleeding cuts.

From the moment of impact to her desperate maneuver, everything transpired in a heartbeat. Only then did the onlookers begin to react.

“Oh my gosh! That robot just knocked someone over!”

“Quick! Someone help her up—check if she’s hurt!”

A kind stranger grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the wreckage. Still reeling from the shock, she didn’t resist as she allowed herself to be assisted back to her feet. It was then that she caught sight of a familiar face.

“Ayla, are you alright?” Max inquired, concern etched across his features.

He didn’t seem surprised—he must have spotted her earlier and rushed over.

She gently pulled her arm free from his grasp. “Thanks, I’m fine.”

Max leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “Troy’s here. Are you looking for him?”

“No.”

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