Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 64

Ayla carried herself like she was rare and unreachable, 

It felt forced. It felt fake. 

It grated on Skyla’s nerves until she could barely stand the sight of her. 

The man beside Ayla made it worse. He stood tall. He looked like warmth shaped into a person. He had the kind of face that made strangers stop walking. He looked too perfect to be standing next to Ayla of all people. 

Skyla had bribed Laura with a bargain-bin skincare set that she herself would never touch. Laura spilled every detail. Ayla was basically Troy’s full-time helper. She cooked. She cleaned. She handled his errands. She slept in the same house yet barely shared a bed with him. Maybe a few times a year at most. 

Ayla had no real abilities. She had no smooth words or social charm. 

Skyla could not imagine how someone that polished and impressive would ever cross paths with her. 

Maybe it was work. Maybe he said hello once and forgot her name right after. 

Skyla rolled her eyes and looked away. 

Rolf never liked Ayla anyway. 

The last time they met, she barely glanced his way. That left a bad taste in his mouth. 

And now she was copying Skyla’s style. It looked cheap. It looked needy. Rolf hated it. He ignored her completely. 

Max, though, narrowed his gaze the moment he saw her. 

He knew Ayla far better than Rolf. He had watched her and Troy fight. He watched them make up. He watched their feelings twist around each other for years. 

And tonight, something felt different. 

The old Ayla loved Troy with her whole heart. She tried to hide it. She did not succeed. Her eyes always gave her away. Whenever she looked at him, something bright lived there. 

That light was gone, 

She looked at Troy the same way she looked at Will. Or Brooke. Or strangers walking by. No warmth. No glow. Nothing. 

Max felt a sudden jolt of hope. His heart slammed hard against his chest. It pounded so fast he felt dizzy. He kept his face calm, but he reached for a champagne flute and took slow sips to steady himself. 

It did not help. 

His heartbeat only raced faster. 

Troy arrived with the Bennett family’s heir at his side. People flocked to them instantly. 

Every single person stole a glance at Skyla and asked the same thing. “So… she is going to marry you?” 

“Are you two making it official soon?” 

Troy and Skyla stayed silent. They did not confirm. They did not deny. They let rumors do the work. And the matching rings on their hands gave everyone their answer anyway. 

People praised Troy’s taste nonstop. They said Skyla was smart, capable, and interesting. They said she was a tech expert with a doctorate and a personality that made her unforgettable. Not a trophy. Not a pretty wall piece. A whole partner. 

Will checked his phone. “Mr. Storm’s car is already at the entrance.” 

Ayla finished her sparkling water and set the glass aside. She stopped eating. Her stomach felt half full. She was done. 

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