Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 812

The moment her wrists were untied, she could easily grab him and touch him again like before.

Kaleb didn't want even the slightest contact with her, which was why he suggested calling her friends instead.

This kind of rejection was completely instinctive, physical, and Bria couldn't accept it. A sharp pain stabbed through her chest, stronger than anything she'd felt before, so intense that it was almost unbearable.

Bria had never hated Kaleb this much. All her pain came from him. He really was a bastard. But she was even worse, because despite how unbearable he was, she was still into him, still couldn't stop wanting to see him.

She forced down the ache in her chest and let out a cold laugh that didn't lose an ounce of defiance. Even though she felt awful, her attitude stayed aggressive. "That's great. You hate me this much now, huh? Then every time I get close to you, you must feel sick, right? Good. That means I can make you suffer too. Don't worry, Mr. Keaton. I'll definitely show up in front of you when you least expect it. Every single time, I'll make sure you feel just as miserable."

Kaleb's expression turn icy.

He didn't bother saying another word. He already had Andrew's contact. He could just leave.

But his eyes drifted, unintentionally, to a small bag on the coffee table.

Inside were some bruise and sprain medications.

Bria followed his gaze.

It was the medicine he'd bought for her when he took her to the hospital after she twisted her ankle.

That shared memory surfaced at the same time in both their minds.

The tension froze in place. It didn't soften; it just stopped.

Two seconds later.

Kaleb turned and walked out without hesitation. The door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang, like a slap across Bria's face.

Bria stared at the unused medicine and the empty room, and suddenly, a surge of emotion rushed up from deep inside her, without warning.

She almost felt like crying.

In the end, before Andrew even arrived, Bria had already left. A belt couldn't keep her there.

She had her driver take her to her villa in the suburbs, then got into a sports car and spent the entire night racing on her private track, lap after lap.

She loved the thrill of high speed. That hadn't changed all these years.

Bria had always loved racing. Her family thought it was too dangerous and wouldn't let her compete, so she secretly found a coach and trained. Her driving was impressive.

Back then, Renee had posted a video of her driving without showing her face, and it went viral. Everyone who saw it was calling her "Hubby."

But Bria had seen Ayla on the track. She knew what real skill looked like.

She didn't have Ayla's natural talent. No matter how hard she tried, she could only go so far. At best, it looked good on the surface.

She didn't envy Ayla for being better. If anything, she admired her.

Normally, racing at high speeds would give Bria an incredible rush. But after Ayla once took her for a lap, she could never feel that same thrill again. No matter how fast she drove, it never felt smooth. She and the car couldn't become one. There was always friction, little jolts, like something was stuck and skipping. It was frustrating and suffocating.