Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 640

The car kept moving down the road.

Troy tried to stay quiet, but he couldn't hold it in anymore. "I know Draven is important to you," he said at last. "Then what am I?"

Ayla wasn't surprised at all. She knew Troy would never stay silent for long. "Are you jealous?" she asked.

Troy frowned. "Do you enjoy seeing me jealous now?"

Ayla remembered the way he had lost control before. "Not at all."

"Yes, I'm jealous," Troy said bluntly. "I can't stand seeing you with Draven." He turned and looked at the side of her face. His eyes were full of possessiveness.

People were greedy by nature. After Ayla got together with Draven, Troy had tried everything he could to break them apart and bring her back to his side. Now that he had achieved that much, he wanted even more. He wanted her heart too.

But so far, he saw no sign that she would go back to him. The more he thought about it, the more it hurt. His voice grew low and hoarse. "What am I to you?"

Ayla glanced at him. "What do you think?"

Troy gave a bitter laugh. "I know you probably don't have anything nice to say now," he said. "But you used to like me. Otherwise, why did you chase after me for so long? Back then, what was I to you? I want to hear it. You need to tell me."

Why wouldn't she say it unless he asked? Why did he have to force the words out of her?

Earlier that day, after seeing Draven again, Ayla had a hunch. She knew there was no way to return to the past. When she chose to break up, she had already decided to move forward. She understood that clearly. But even knowing that, her heart still hurt. The sadness pressed down on her chest until it felt hard to breathe. And soon, Draven would leave Zheron. Right now, Ayla was too tired to argue with Troy.

Since he wanted to know, she answered calmly. "At first, you were like a diamond to me. You entered my world with a blinding light." She paused for a moment. "But later, you became a cold stone. Just a stone with no warmth."

When she met Troy, she was living through the darkest period of her life. She knew she could get through it if she waited long enough. But there was no future between her and Draven; every day felt painful and endless.

Then Troy appeared. He brought color into her dull world. Troy was the kind of man who easily drew attention wherever he went. When Ayla fell in love with him at first sight, it almost felt natural, like everything had fallen perfectly into place. Like the tide rising and falling.

But love was like fireworks. Bright and beautiful for a moment, yet unable to survive the small troubles of everyday life. Bit by bit, coldness and disappointment wore it down.

But the man who once lit up her whole world became someone she regretted ever meeting.

The moment Draven heard Troy's name, a dark shadow seemed to pass through his eyes. For a while he stayed silent. Then he finally spoke, his voice low and cold. "He didn't just show up," Draven said. "He took Ayla away. And he even learned how to play the victim."

Those few words Troy had said before leaving were clearly on purpose. Whatever hurt the most, Troy had chosen to say exactly that.

Draven's voice grew harder, though there was also a hint of disbelief in it. "Someone as proud as him actually learned how to act like a victim," he said. "Tell me, how many times do you think Ayla can endure that?"

Troy even learned how to hide his real self. He was pretending to be the kind of man Ayla liked. And if Troy could keep that up for the rest of his life, could Draven win Ayla back?

His chance was close to zero.

For the first time, Herman heard the emotion breaking through Draven's voice. The sound made his chest tighten. Sometimes the hardest thing to face was seeing a small crack in someone who always looked strong. When that happened, you suddenly realized they weren't as unshakable as they seemed. Draven was scared. Just realizing that was painful enough for Herman.

Herman finally made up his mind. "Draven," he said softly, "let's go home. You don't have to keep pushing yourself like this."

This time, Draven didn't argue. Some things were simply too much for a person to endure forever. He closed his eyes. A sharp sting burned behind them. After a moment, he opened them again. They were red.