Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 671

Ayla had already erased him from her heart. Draven had spent his entire life as a second choice, always lingering in the shadows. It was as if fate had written his role long ago.

Herman noticed the blood drain from Draven's face. When he heard Draven mutter that it was karma, he instantly guessed the matter must involve Ayla.

To Herman, Draven had only once shown true despair—on the day of the breakup, when his composure cracked and grief surfaced.

In the months since, Draven had retreated deeper into himself, his presence colder, his aura wrapped in ice.

But that wasn't real chaos.

It was more like his emotions were sealed away, locked down tighter than ever before.

Now, though, Herman saw the first fissures in Draven's armor. His emotions surged out, raw and wild, and for the first time, Herman was truly afraid for him. "Ayla... what happened with her?" he asked, voice barely steady.

Herman's words yanked Draven from the whirlpool of his own agony, dragging him back to reality.

But the calm façade was gone. Underneath, a storm was raging, and now even the surface trembled with its power.

For a heartbeat, it seemed as if lightning sparked in Draven's eyes.

Herman's breath stalled in his throat.

Draven silently handed his phone to Herman.

When Herman saw the photos, the shock that washed over him nearly matched Draven's own.

The flower shop glowed with a soft, romantic light. Ayla stood beneath its warm glow, cradling a bouquet of blooms in her arms. Max leaned in close, his face half-turned in profile, and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. The moment was so perfectly framed, it looked as if it had been lifted from the silver screen.

"What do you think, Herman?" Draven's voice cut through the air, cold and sharp as glass. "What sort of games did Max play to win Ayla over?"

A wave of dread swept through Herman.

When he looked again at Draven, it was not just anger he saw—it was a storm of fury, born from the deepest violation of trust.

Draven was never one to show such raw emotion.

Yet now, every feeling burned, exposed and unguarded, for all to see.

"Herman," Draven said, each word falling heavy and deliberate, "I never imagined I was capable of this."

Before Herman could respond, Draven turned and strode out, his exit as decisive as a slammed door.

He was already making plans to board a plane that very night.

Draven had spent a lifetime bowing to circumstance, playing the part fate handed him. He had always done what was expected—studying, working, excelling—never daring to believe he could make choices of his own.

But when a man adrift finds purpose, it becomes his only lifeline. And who, once grasping a lifeline, would ever let go?

Now Max had appeared, an unpredictable threat, and Draven saw only one solution: remove the threat.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify