Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 668

Max's voice was calm and unwavering. "When I confessed my feelings to you, it wasn't on a whim. I'd already weighed every consequence in my mind."

Ayla felt the certainty in his words. People like them, no matter how gentle they appeared on the surface, always revealed a steely decisiveness when it mattered. Most days they could be warm and easygoing, but when pushed, their strength always shone through.

She and Max had been talking for ages, and Ayla found herself genuinely enjoying his company.

There was a magic in being listened to by a handsome man—each word from him felt like a subtle spark. Just sitting beside him made the world seem a little lighter, a little brighter. It would be difficult for anyone to resist Max's charm.

The more they talked about his past attempts to win her over, the more Ayla knew she ought to be touched.

But she couldn't fool herself. The longer their conversation went on, the more she realized Max was simply a friend in her heart.

What she truly longed for was Draven, not the man sitting across from her now.

But Draven was back in Zheron, destined to become the next power in his family's empire. He was far away—untouchable, unreachable.

All Ayla could do was throw herself into motherhood and force herself to forget Draven as quickly as possible.

Max was meant to be the perfect distraction, the bridge to help her move on.

And in every way, he was perfect for the role.

But forgetting someone so completely, so quickly, was impossible.

She had to take it one day at a time. Being with Max might not make her pulse race, but his company was a balm—soothing and genuinely pleasant. When you felt good around someone, it was easier to forget the ache of old wounds.

Ayla truly did like spending time with Max. He knew how to make her laugh, and she could sense that his patience and kindness were real, not just an act.

If she could keep filling her days with this kind of happiness, maybe she really could start a new life.

Besides, she was single. If she wanted to have a little fun with Max, who could say anything about it?

Max, ever attentive, said, "When I found out you had kids, I even started studying how to take care of children. I guess my efforts are finally being rewarded."

"You're so much better than Troy ever was," Ayla replied honestly. "You're a really good person."

Max's eyes lit up at her words. "Ayla, I wish I'd met you sooner... but I'm grateful for what I have now."

He was content with little, happy with the present.

It was late.

Ayla went to wash up and get ready for bed.

She was trying to forget Draven.

The pain of not being able to let go was too much, so she needed someone else to help her through.

Understanding this, Max's heart ached for her.

Her children had already turned her world upside down. And Troy, the cause of all her misery, still hung around, waving his "dad" title in her face every day. Would Troy ever get the punishment he deserved?

Max, despite being Troy's friend, sometimes found him unbearable—especially after everything he'd done.

He didn't deny that he had benefitted from Troy's mistakes, but the pain Troy had caused Ayla was undeniable.

Had Troy ever really cared about Ayla's feelings, or was he too busy competing with Draven?

Max gazed at Ayla's sleeping face, and gently clasped her hand in his. He settled in beside her, content just to keep her company in silence.

Whatever Ayla wanted, he would support.

All he truly wanted was for her to be a little happier.

Sure, he hoped that one day he might mean more to her. But Max had enough experience to know when to be patient, and when Ayla only wanted friendship, he was happy to give her exactly that—on her terms, in her time.