Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 586

Chapter 586 He’s Here

Ayla gestured to Noah that she had something to deal with and stepped aside to take the call.

She did not want to ask polite questions like “What do you want,” so she stayed silent.

After three or four seconds, Troy’s voice came through again. “Happy holiday.”

Two seconds passed before Ayla reluctantly replied, “Happy holiday.”

“You don’t want to ask me anything?” he asked.

“No,” Ayla said.

“Heh,” Troy let out a few low laughs. “That’s fine. just missed you too much. I wanted to hear your voice, so I called.”

Troy had not changed at all. Just like before, he did not care whether she wanted to hear from him. He only cared about himself.

Ayla frowned. “Troy, there’s really no need for this anymore. Wouldn’t it be better if we each lived our own lives? What’s the point of saying things like this now? I’m with Draven. That’s a fact. You’ve seen it. You know it.”

Three thousand feet away, in the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, a pair of binoculars was set up by the floor-to-ceiling window. Troy stared through the lens at Ayla standing in the garden with her phone, looking like a voyeur. For the past few months, almost every time he dreamed, he dreamed of her.

Meanwhile, Ayla and Draven were traveling together, shopping, sightseeing, living like an old married couple, calm and happy.

Troy’s eyes were bloodshot. “Once I realized I loved you, I couldn’t live my own life properly anymore, unless you were still by my side.”

Ayla’s instincts had been right. Troy was obsessive. Even if it was not love, his personality alone meant he would never let go easily. And now he was doing all of this under the excuse of loving her.

“Troy, I’m telling you clearly. It’s impossible,” Aylh said firmly.

In the binoculars, Ayla’s expression turned ugly, as if he were something untouchable, like trash whose existence alone disgusted her.

“Is it really impossible? Why do I feel like I still have a bit of hope?” Troy asked softly.

Ayla tightened her grip on her phone. “Troy, we were married for three years. Let’s stop circling around it. What do you actually want? Just say it. Stop hiding in some dark corner doing disgusting little tricks.”

From the moment Ayla divorced Troy, they became enemies. If an enemy did not fall, you prepared to face them. Now Ayla was steady and had plenty of support behind her. Even if Troy wanted to kidnap her, he no longer had the ability. There was nothing left for her to fear.

“Ayla, I’ll come find you. Wait for me.”

The moment Troy hung up, Draven suddenly appeared in the binoculars’ view. He pulled Ayla into his arms, checked that she was unharmed, then lifted his head and looked sharply in Troy’s direction. The distance was far. Their eyes could not possibly meet, yet it felt as though they did, locked in a silent confrontation across the space.

Troy let out a cold laugh. “So I was spotted that fast?”

He tossed his phone aside and turned to leave.

He had wanted to see Ayla, to hear her voice, but there had always been the risk of being discovered. Draven had moved quickly, clearly afraid Troy would do something reckless.

“What’s wrong?” Ayla finally snapped out of Troys words. When she looked up, she saw danger in Draven’s eyes. “What happened?”

“Troy is here,” Draven said coldly.

Ayla was stunned. She had underestimated Troys obsession. He had actually chased them all the way here.

“I already sent people after him, but they might not catch up,” Draven said. A trace of hostility showed in his voice before he quickly reined it in. He then looked at Ayla again. “He called you, didn’t he?”