Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 786

Bria had used every ounce of strength to vent, kicking the car until her hair was a mess. She flicked it back, raised a brow, and curled her lips into a crooked smile, looking at the do-gooder like he was an idiot. "It's my car, dumbass. Get lost.”

After that, she yanked the door open and got in.

The engine roared to life instantly, revving high like a provocation. Bria shot the stunned man the middle finger, spun the wheel, and drove off.

It was rush hour, traffic thick on the streets. There was no way to slam the gas and speed off. Her already bad mood only got worse.

Bria gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring at the car in front of her. In her mind, she kept imagining what it would feel like to slam straight into it.

She was a crazy person, full of wild thoughts. That was why she loved and was obsessed with racing, that rush of danger.

But no matter how recklessly she treated life, there was always a thick line of reason holding her back.

She could spiral, but she would never let herself truly fall apart.

That was why, most of the time, she was unhinged but never completely out of bounds. She hovered right on the edge, never crossing it, never becoming some useless wreck people could laugh at.

The people who hate me can't take me down. The people who envy me aren't even on my level. I've always lived one hell of a sweet life. This is just a small setback. I can deal with it. My reaction shouldn't have been this extreme.

Thinking that, Bria managed to steady herself.

Let Kaleb cool off for a few days. I'll deal with Shirley first.

Shirley was living in a place Bria owned. An hour later, Bria let herself in without any trouble. The moment she opened the door, the noise inside suddenly went quiet.

Bria tapped the car keys against her palm and saw several packed moving boxes.

Shirley was putting her clothes into them, her assistant standing nearby.

Bria glanced at the boxes a few times, then shot Shirley a sharp look. Her eyes were cold, but her lips curved in a smile that didn't reach them. Her tone sounded casual as she walked into the living room, scanning the space. "What's this? Moving out?”

As she spoke, the anger inside her kept climbing. She'd expected Shirley to hide from her for a day or two, then come to her and ask what was really going on. At the very least, she believed Shirley should've tried to talk to her instead of bottling it up and deciding to run. If she hadn't come today, who knew when Shirley would've moved out completely?

Could a person just disappear like that?

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