Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 791

As for this side of Bria, Shirley only wanted to keep her distance.

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When Bria came, she'd planned to deal with Shirley and vent her anger, but when she left, her mood was even worse.

It was so bad that it hit a whole new level.

She felt chaotic, disordered, and lost.

Bria sat in the driver's seat, clutching her head, unable to figure out where things had gone wrong.

All that happened was that Shirley found out what I really thought. I haven't changed how I treat her at all, so why did she want to leave?

Isn't anyone allowed to make a mistake?

And what mistake did I even make?

Haven't I always been like this?

Bria rarely faced setbacks in life, especially not in relationships. If she didn't like someone, she told them to get lost. She had never been this tangled up over something.

Shirley was supposed to be someone I could control easily, a harmless little rabbit. And yet somehow, I've ended up this irritated because of her!

Bria almost laughed out of anger.

Not just Shirley, but Kaleb too.

Bria tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

She could control Shirley easily, but not Kaleb. Otherwise, she wouldn't have tried to mess with his emotions in the first place.

The anger in her chest kept building.

Bria needed to vent, so she called Andrew and told him to set something up.

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An hour later, Bria was sitting in a massive, luxurious private room. The guests were minor celebrities and well-known influencers, all good-looking, outgoing, and great at keeping the mood lively.

Bria used to love scenes like this. Lively, hollow, drowned in indulgence. As long as it was fun, nothing else mattered.

But after several drinks, she didn't feel any better. Instead, a dull ache started forming in her lower abdomen.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

Bria set her glass down. Just then, an influencer walked over with a drink to toast her.

She glanced at them. The influencer's makeup was flawless, her tone exaggerated, calling her gorgeous over and over, like she was performing for a camera.

Seeing Bria's expression, the influencer put on a concerned look. "Babe, are you feeling down? Tell me what's wrong, I'll keep you company.”

The soft tone and pitiful expression were perfectly crafted, designed to please.

But to Bria, it felt like talking to an AI. Like a programmed response, triggered automatically, all masks and flattery.

Wait.

I actually felt regret over something?

Bria's expression turned even more dark.

For the first time, she wanted to run away.

That night, she drank heavily, so much that her cramps flared up. By the time she got home, she passed out without thinking about anything.

When she woke up the next day, it was already 4 p.m.

Her head, stomach, and throat hurt. The moment she opened her eyes, her mood plummeted.

Bria took a while to steady herself before getting ready.

After finishing a cold Americano, she got in her car and drove to find Kaleb.

Avoiding things wasn't her style.

This had to be dealt with. She couldn't keep running from it.

Bria drove to Kaleb's company.

It was her first time there.

The game Kaleb's company had spent years developing had blown up after its release. She'd been paying attention to everything about him during this time, so she knew all about it.