Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 756

Draven was even clingier now than he'd been when they were together.

Even though he hadn't said it, she could feel it.

Even in front of other people, one glance between them and they both knew exactly what the other was thinking.

Ayla wasn't in the mood for all that today. Once the serious talk was done, she was ready to head out. "Have you already told your father and Martin about us raising the children together?"

Draven's brows drew together. "Yes. I've already told them."

"And they just agreed?"

"The fight between Troy and me got ugly. I shot him, he stabbed me—it shook everyone. They took it seriously. I laid everything out about what happened when we were kids, and not just Kayla; Eric and Carmen both started reflecting on how they'd treated Troy, too.

"And you, Ayla. The Winstons didn't treat you right. I told Martin and Eric what you wanted. They had no objections. You're the children's mother. You and Troy can't be in the same space peacefully—forcing that would affect both of you, and eventually the children, too. Keeping things separate is better for everyone."

Ayla had assumed she'd have to go negotiate in person. Every single time something came up between her and Troy, she'd been the one walking into his parents' faces herself.

If her own parents had been by her side, had actually doted on her, she wouldn't have had to carry that pressure alone—going head-to-head with people who outranked her in every way.

But Ayla was used to it by now. She just hadn't expected Draven to have already handled everything.

It felt like whenever trouble came, someone was standing in front of her saying, "Leave it all to me," and "I've got it handled."

Ayla wasn't afraid of trouble, but trouble that lingered wore on you. This was so much better—she didn't have to deal with the Winstons anymore.

Draven continued, "I've already talked to Eric. From now on, if anyone wants to see the children, all of that goes through me. You don't have to deal with the Winstons. Just focus on the kids, be with them—and once they're a little older, you can start doing time on both sides."

Ayla had been listening to Draven, taking in all his arrangements. But somewhere toward the end, her gaze drifted to his lips.

He finished. Only then did she look at him.

Her eyes were bright.

Draven smiled softly. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ayla didn't say another word. She leaned in and kissed him.

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