Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 677

It was odd. What exactly had Max said that struck so deep a nerve?

He couldn't guess what was churning inside Draven, but he saw no reason not to answer with complete honesty.

"It was just a straightforward confession," Max began, his voice steady. "I told Ayla when and why I first started falling for her. I explained everything I'd done to be with her. I was completely open and sincere, and Ayla could feel that. When I finished, she told me she was moved.

"I've got nothing to hide from you," Max continued. "For example, I learned how to care for children before Ayla even gave birth, just so I could help her when the twins arrived.

"You probably don't know this, but in those early days, Ayla was terrified her babies might stop breathing in their sleep. I'd stay up with her, taking over the late shift so she could rest. I helped shoulder her worries. That was what she needed—my support, my presence.

"So, Mr. Storm, where were you during all that?" Max's words sharpened, a rare edge to his tone. "You didn't do a thing for Ayla, but you're the one telling me to back off? Your so-called dominance and bravado aren't the same as my persistence, shameless as it may be.

"Mr. Storm, I never set out to offend you. You once said Troy wasn't good enough for Ayla. Honestly, you aren't either. All you ever wanted was what Ayla could give—her care, her warmth, her energy. But when it came time to step up, you were nowhere to be found. And as for Troy, he's even worse—a problem-maker, not a problem-solver.

"To be honest, I wasn't surprised when Ayla divorced Troy, or when she broke up with you. And it only makes sense she chose me.

"I really do hope, Mr. Storm, that you can give Ayla and me your blessing.

"After all, I'm the best husband Ayla could ask for. If I'd met her before Troy, I can't imagine how happy we would have been—there'd be no room for the likes of you."

Max was always a clear-eyed man. He could see things for what they were.

Troy's temper was so bad, most people couldn't stand him. But Max could, because he understood boundaries and played his part.

He'd been mature since he was young, skilled at reading people, and his emotional intelligence was off the charts. If he set his mind to it, he could build an incredible relationship.

He liked to give, and he was good at creating a warm, easy atmosphere. Max was built for happiness.

Draven and Troy, though, were cursed by unhappy childhoods. Both were deeply flawed when it came to relationships.

That was why Max could see it all so clearly.

Draven's face turned white as paper.

Every word from Max felt like a knife, each one cutting deeper into his regret.

He had never told Ayla how he truly felt. She had no idea why he'd fallen for her, or that he'd known her even before Troy did.

When Ayla was overwhelmed by the sudden appearance of her children, when she needed help most, he wasn't there for her.

It was unforgivable.

Before coming to Silvoria, Draven never imagined he could feel such intense anger.

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