Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 Bria’s Prayer

Chapter 70 Bria’s Prayer

Renee said, “Calm down. You are working yourself up.”

Bria sucked in a breath. She pressed her hands together like she was praying for a miracle. “Please, God, I am begging you. Do not let Draven talk to my grandpa. If he does, my whole life is over.”

Her grandpa was kinder now, but he was still strict. If someone stepped out of line, he sent them to the Winston Estate for a week. No visitors. No stepping outside. No fun at all. It felt like a jail cell with fancy windows.

Bria would lose her mind if she stayed home for one day. The idea of seven days made her stomach twist.

She whispered, “Please, God, save me.”

Renee said, “Praying is not enough. You need to do something so God can hear you.” She wanted to help. her friend alleviate her stress.

Bria gasped. “You are right.” She grabbed her phone. “Hi, this is Bria. I want to donate ten million to the girls’ high school project that Ms. Saffron mentioned earlier. Yes. Under my own name.”

She hung up and let out a shaky breath.

Her fear faded, and anger took its place.

She said, “Ayla, I cannot wait for you to quit.”

If Draven was no longer Ayla’s boss, he would have no reason to protect her. Bria felt bold again.

Renee said nothing.

She had a strange feeling. The old Ayla stayed quiet because she did not care.

The new Ayla cared.

Renee doubted Bria could handle that version

After Bria left, Ayla went straight to Draven. “Thank you for stepping in, Mr. Storm.”

If she had slapped Bria earlier, Troy would have punished her. If Martin heard about it, she would have had no ground to stand on.

That flash of anger had been reckless.

She said again, “Thank you.”

Will saw Draven stay silent, so he stepped in. “Do not worry. Bria asked for it.”

Draven watched Ayla. She looked calm. Red wine had soaked her dress, but her face stayed steady. It felt /3

like she had lived through scenes like this many times.

So this was her normal.

Troy never cared enough to notice.

Ayla met Draven’s gaze again.

Draven said, “Her apology meant nothing. That is why I did not make her apologize to you in person.”

Bria was still half his sister, and he knew he owed Ayla at least an explanation for what his bratty sister did.

Ayla said, “I am already grateful.”

Watching Bria pour wine on her own dress had felt more satisfying than hearing an apology.

Draven frowned. His voice turned sharp. “You have such little confidence. You are Troy’s wife. Why are you scared of Bria?”

Ayla stayed silent.

Will stared.

Draven ignored everything he did not care about.

That was why he never noticed Troy ignoring her out all night.

Will said, “Mr. Storm, Ayla and Troy already filed for divorce. The paperwork will be ready in half a month.”

Draven was right. James only supported Ayla and Draven as a couple. They were his favorite ship, but Ayla and Draven didn’t actually know each other that well.

Will probably knew Ayla more than Draven did.

Draven looked at Will.

Then he looked at Ayla. He did not speak.

Ayla said, “It’s true.”

Draven waited for a moment. Then he turned and walked off.

Will stayed beside her. He lowered his voice. “I am sorry I was not trying to expose your private life. I wanted Mr. Storm to understand your situation so he would not misread anything.”

Ayla said, “I know.”

Will said, “You made the right call. Divorce was the right path.”

Bria’s attitude toward her sister-in-law showed exactly how Troy treated Ayla. He never valued her. He

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never cared.

Ayla looked ahead.

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