Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 33

**TITLE: Unwritten Feelings Drift by Austen 33**
**CONTENT: Chapter 33 Hacked**

“Done.”

Bria felt a wave of relief wash over her, as if a storm cloud had finally parted to reveal a clear sky.

With newfound energy, she dove right back into her playful tirade against Ayla, her anger spilling out in a theatrical display.

“Ayla, so what if you’ve blocked me? Did you even bother to watch the video? Consider it a little gift from yours truly. I hope it brings you joy!”

She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “But let me give you a friendly warning: blocking me again is off the table. If you do, I’ll keep showering you with ‘gifts’ like this one. Skyla is back in town, and trust me, I have a treasure trove of material to share!”

Bria’s tone shifted, a mock-seriousness creeping in. “Ayla, you’ve been a real pain lately. Here’s your last chance: my birthday is just around the corner. Figure out something that will make me smile, and I might just let everything slide. But if you fail, well, let’s just say you won’t like the consequences!”

Meanwhile, Ayla had spent the entire afternoon in a deep slumber, and now, after dinner, she found herself immersed in her thesis work.

Initially, her plan was to consult her advisor for guidance before proceeding further. However, with her advisor still occupied, Ayla had to rely on her instincts. The new direction of her research felt promising, and she had confidently moved on to the next phase.

Her phone buzzed incessantly, a relentless reminder of Bria’s enthusiasm.

Finally, Ayla picked up her phone, curiosity piqued.

Bria was still on her roll, her voice practically bursting through the screen. “I’m giving you a command right now: you are not allowed to type ‘Your humble servant was wrong, Princess.’ No, no! You must send it to me as voice messages—ten of them, all in a row! Make me happy first, and then we can talk!”

Bria thrived on these “obedience tests,” relishing in the control they gave her. It was a classic manipulation tactic, and if Ayla complied, Bria would undoubtedly push her even harder. It was a never-ending cycle of bullying, and Ayla felt the weight of it.

Scrolling back through the messages, Ayla stumbled upon the so-called “gift.”

The video showcased the house she had called home for three years—a place filled with memories and familiarity. She knew every corner, every creak of the floorboards, better than anyone else.

The faces in the video were equally recognizable, stirring a mix of nostalgia and discomfort.

However, after the chilling encounter with Troy the previous night, something within Ayla had shifted. It was as if she had reached a new threshold, one that shielded her from the emotional turmoil Troy usually inflicted.

She realized that his typical behavior no longer affected her as it once did.

Ayla felt a sense of liberation; she was finally starting to move on. Her emotional recovery was progressing more swiftly than she had anticipated.

In the future, she knew she would still feel something when confronted with Troy, but it wouldn’t be solely pain and resentment anymore. Instead, a mix of emotions would surface—anger, disgust, and perhaps even indifference.

The anger signified that she had once loved him deeply.

The disgust meant she was beginning to see him for who he truly was—just another person, devoid of any filters or illusions.

After watching the video, her heart remained eerily calm. She closed it almost immediately, feeling an unexpected sense of detachment.

Then it struck her: she had blocked Bria.

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