Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 671

Ayla had already erased him from her heart. Draven had spent his entire life as a second choice, always lingering in the shadows. It was as if fate had written his role long ago.

Herman noticed the blood drain from Draven's face. When he heard Draven mutter that it was karma, he instantly guessed the matter must involve Ayla.

To Herman, Draven had only once shown true despair—on the day of the breakup, when his composure cracked and grief surfaced.

In the months since, Draven had retreated deeper into himself, his presence colder, his aura wrapped in ice.

But that wasn't real chaos.

It was more like his emotions were sealed away, locked down tighter than ever before.

Now, though, Herman saw the first fissures in Draven's armor. His emotions surged out, raw and wild, and for the first time, Herman was truly afraid for him. "Ayla... what happened with her?" he asked, voice barely steady.

Herman's words yanked Draven from the whirlpool of his own agony, dragging him back to reality.

But the calm façade was gone. Underneath, a storm was raging, and now even the surface trembled with its power.

For a heartbeat, it seemed as if lightning sparked in Draven's eyes.

Herman's breath stalled in his throat.

Draven silently handed his phone to Herman.

When Herman saw the photos, the shock that washed over him nearly matched Draven's own.

The flower shop glowed with a soft, romantic light. Ayla stood beneath its warm glow, cradling a bouquet of blooms in her arms. Max leaned in close, his face half-turned in profile, and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. The moment was so perfectly framed, it looked as if it had been lifted from the silver screen.

"What do you think, Herman?" Draven's voice cut through the air, cold and sharp as glass. "What sort of games did Max play to win Ayla over?"

A wave of dread swept through Herman.

When he looked again at Draven, it was not just anger he saw—it was a storm of fury, born from the deepest violation of trust.

Draven was never one to show such raw emotion.

Yet now, every feeling burned, exposed and unguarded, for all to see.

"Herman," Draven said, each word falling heavy and deliberate, "I never imagined I was capable of this."

Before Herman could respond, Draven turned and strode out, his exit as decisive as a slammed door.

He was already making plans to board a plane that very night.

Draven had spent a lifetime bowing to circumstance, playing the part fate handed him. He had always done what was expected—studying, working, excelling—never daring to believe he could make choices of his own.

But when a man adrift finds purpose, it becomes his only lifeline. And who, once grasping a lifeline, would ever let go?

Now Max had appeared, an unpredictable threat, and Draven saw only one solution: remove the threat.

All she wanted was to leave her old relationship behind, enjoy time with her kids, and focus on work. She was sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware.

But at five o'clock, Ayla woke.

She reached for her phone, hoping to check the baby monitor, longing to see her children, only to remember the cameras were being replaced—she wouldn't be able to see them today.

She tugged her hand, only then realizing Max was holding it.

He'd been her comfort last night, the one she called to cheer her up.

Why was he still there, sleeping on the couch next to her bed? He could have gone back to his own room—had he really stayed all night?

As Ayla tried to gently pull her hand free, Max's phone suddenly began to vibrate frantically.

A moment later, Max's eyes snapped open. He glanced at his phone, kneaded his brow, and was just about to answer when he realized Ayla was awake.

She watched his blank expression melt into a gentle smile. His eyebrows arched, his voice as soft as ever. "You're up early. Why not sleep a little longer?"

His phone kept ringing insistently.

"If someone's calling this early, it must be important. Go ahead and take it," Ayla said.

Now that she was awake, she knew sleep wouldn't return. She decided to get up and start her day, leaving Max to his phone call.