Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 885

Halle smiled. “You’re right about one thing. You don’t know how to be with me anymore, because our values stopped lining up a long time ago.”

Edgar slowly stood, his face twisted. “How exactly are they different? I don’t see any difference!”

He was still refusing to face reality, using volume to cover the guilt in his chest, desperate to keep that fantasy bubble from being pierced.

Halle refused to leave him any illusion. “You said I suffered all these years because I built my life on my own. You’re wrong. Every time I improved, every time I landed another partnership, I felt incredible. I could feel my life sitting in my own hands. I learned that if I worked hard enough, I could make things happen. That gave me a kind of security no person and no relationship could ever replace. These past few years, I’ve been free, comfortable, and genuinely happy. That is the life I wanted. Do you understand?

“You keep saying I should rely on you. Then, tell me, Edgar—what exactly do you have that proves you’re worth relying on? Yes, we used to be carefree. We had no worries, no burdens. But adult life isn’t just eating, drinking, and having fun. And you got together with Nina. That alone makes you someone I can never rely on.”

Edgar’s face warped. “You just look down on me.”

“Yes.” This time, Halle didn’t spare his pride. Her answer was clean and final. “You’re right, Edgar. You are not worthy of me. I do look down on you now. I’m even disgusted by men like you. The moment you couldn’t sincerely be happy for me becoming better, you put yourself on the opposite side of my life. If I had depended on you from childhood the way you wanted, my life would have been miserable.”

Those words cut Edgar to pieces. He was on the verge of collapse, unable to accept them. Every piece of pride he had shattered at his feet.

Halle looked at him. “I don’t know when you became this person. But I’m grateful for the one thing I kept doing all these years—I believed in myself, I kept choosing myself.

“Edgar, we’re over. Completely. Thank you for not even leaving me one last beautiful memory. Now, I can move forward properly.”

Halle cared about the past. She valued feelings more deeply than most people.

But once she saw that this relationship had already soured—had even turned toxic—she woke up in an instant.

Feeling sorry for Edgar, being shaken by some old first-love glow—none of that could touch her anymore.

Halle realized she was the type of person who wore her heart on her sleeve; she loved hard and hated harder, which meant she’d never be the "composed" type who could just smile and play nice.

Fine. Playing nice was overrated. Sometimes, you had to tear everything apart to cut it off clean.

She would not keep wasting herself on Edgar.

She went to open the door.

Edgar refused to let her leave. He grabbed her hand hard, panic and desperation tearing through him. “Halle, I won’t let you go.”

Halle looked back at him with no emotion in her eyes. “You won’t let me? Who gave you that right?”

“We're special to each other. More special than anyone else. Aren’t we?”

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