In Chapter 10 of \u201cUnwritten Feelings Drift,\u201d Ayla grapples with the emotional fallout from a painful miscarriage and the unrelenting cruelty of her sister-in-law, Bria. The chapter opens with Ayla feeling suffocated by the weight of the word \u201cpregnant,\u201d a reminder of her loss and the loveless marriage that has persisted for three years. Despite her sorrow, she had kept her heartache a secret, hoping to shield herself from further pain. However, Bria\u2019s taunts about Ayla\u2019s inability to conceive reopen old wounds, leading to a tense confrontation where Ayla struggles to maintain her composure amidst Bria\u2019s relentless mockery.<\/p>\n
Bria revels in her role as the provocateur, confident in her superiority and dismissive of Ayla\u2019s feelings. She implies that Ayla\u2019s worth hinges on her ability to bear children and secure her place in the family, while simultaneously belittling her domestic skills. The stark contrast between Ayla and Bria\u2019s favored rival, Skyla, amplifies Ayla\u2019s insecurities. Skyla, a figure of privilege and success, embodies everything Ayla feels she lacks, further deepening her sense of inadequacy. As the conversation escalates, Ayla\u2019s anger is ignited by Bria\u2019s cruel jabs, but she ultimately finds a sense of calm as she asserts her independence from Troy, her husband, and his family.<\/p>\n
The exchange culminates in a moment of defiance when Ayla refuses to be humiliated any longer. She breaks free from Bria\u2019s grip, asserting that her connection to Troy is no longer relevant. This newfound strength marks a turning point for Ayla, as she realizes that engaging with Bria serves no purpose but to fuel the cycle of abuse. Her decision to walk away signifies a shift in her emotional landscape, where she chooses to prioritize her own well-being over the judgments of others. Meanwhile, Bria\u2019s reaction reveals her surprise and frustration at Ayla\u2019s unexpected resilience.<\/p>\n
As Ayla leaves the confrontation behind, she feels a slight lift in the weight on her shoulders. In contrast, Bria\u2019s interaction with her brother Troy highlights the coldness of their familial ties and her satisfaction in Ayla\u2019s perceived insignificance. The chapter closes with Ayla reconnecting with her supportive friend Halle, who provides a sense of normalcy and companionship amidst the turmoil. Their conversation shifts to professional matters, hinting at new opportunities for Ayla, and offering a glimmer of hope for her future. This juxtaposition of Ayla\u2019s internal struggle against Bria\u2019s cruelty and the support from Halle underscores the complexity of her emotional journey.<\/p>\n
**TITLE: Unwritten Feelings Drift by Austen**<\/p>\n
**Chapter 10: A Dog My Family Keeps**<\/p>\n
The moment Ayla heard the word \u201cpregnant,\u201d a weight settled heavily on her chest, constricting her breath.<\/p>\n
The miscarriage had carved a deep, painful wound in the fabric of her loveless marriage, which had dragged on for three long years. She hadn\u2019t even confided in Halle, clinging to the hope that the fewer people who knew, the lighter the burden would feel.<\/p>\n
But then Bria, with her merciless attitude, tore that scar wide open without so much as a warning. Ayla felt her fingers tremble at her side, a physical manifestation of the turmoil churning within her.<\/p>\n
Bria, ever the provocateur, smirked with a confidence that grated on Ayla\u2019s nerves. \u201cI know you better than anyone, Ayla. If you were really pregnant, you\u2019d be shouting it from the rooftops. That baby would be your golden ticket to secure your place in this family. There\u2019s no way you could keep it a secret for even a second.\u201d<\/p>\n
In the past, Bria had taken pleasure in mocking Ayla\u2019s inability to conceive, taunting her with a cruelty that cut deeper than any knife.<\/p>\n
Ayla had endured it, not because she was weak, but because the truth was that she had longed for a child too.<\/p>\n
But not this time. With a steely resolve, she shot back, \u201cIf you already know, why bother asking? Just move aside.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bria\u2019s laughter rang out, sharp and mocking. \u201cIs that what set you off? If you knew that Troy just threw Skyla a lavish birthday party, you\u2019d probably drop dead right here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bria had grown up in the lap of luxury, spoiled by Troy\u2019s attention, and she had never wanted to share that spotlight with another woman.<\/p>\n
If she had to choose someone for him, it would be Skyla, who was everything Ayla was not.<\/p>\n
Skyla hailed from a powerful lineage, a professional powerhouse\u2014intelligent, stunning, wealthy, and gifted. She lit up every room she entered, radiating a magnetic charm that drew people in.<\/p>\n
Her hobbies seemed endless\u2014she raced cars, scaled mountains, skied down slopes, and surfed the ocean waves. There was seemingly nothing she couldn\u2019t conquer.<\/p>\n
Bria admired that kind of free-spirited existence, and Skyla\u2019s brilliance captivated the older generation, while her audacious pursuits made her a role model for their peers.<\/p>\n
Three years ago, Skyla had left the country to chase her dreams, and to Bria, only a woman as extraordinary as Skyla deserved Troy\u2019s affection.<\/p>\n
And Ayla? She could whip up a meal, sure\u2014but that skill was no more impressive than that of a housemaid.<\/p>\n
How could Ayla ever hope to compete with someone like Skyla?<\/p>\n
At least Troy seemed to agree. Throughout their three years of marriage, Bria had never once witnessed her brother throwing Ayla a birthday celebration.<\/p>\n
But for Skyla? He had gone all out\u2014crafting decorations, selecting personal gifts, and inviting all the elite of Trensea to the event. Troy had poured his heart and soul into every detail.<\/p>\n
Bria hadn\u2019t received a handmade gift from him since she turned eighteen.<\/p>\n
In that moment of clarity, Ayla recognized Bria\u2019s sole purpose for being there: to humiliate her. Engaging in conversation was futile.<\/p>\n
With a frosty glare, she attempted to slip past Bria, but Bria\u2019s hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet go. This spoiled heiress really doesn\u2019t know when to stop,\u201d Ayla snapped, her patience wearing thin.<\/p>\n
Bria hadn\u2019t anticipated Ayla standing her ground. Dropping her facade, she sneered, \u201cYou\u2019re here to slip some money to your brother, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ayla\u2019s pupils widened in shock at the accusation.<\/p>\n
Bria\u2019s grin widened as if she had just pulled off a successful prank. \u201cI saw you earlier. When I asked why you were at the hospital, I was just messing with you. Don\u2019t be mad, Ayla.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was clear now\u2014Bria was there to torment her.<\/p>\n
When Ayla\u2019s gaze turned icy, Bria frowned, her voice dripping with disdain. \u201cYou dare glare at me when you\u2019re living off my family\u2019s generosity?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ayla\u2019s voice was flat, devoid of emotion. \u201cThat was my money?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bria laughed, disbelief etched across her features. \u201cPlease. You\u2019re broke. Everything you eat, drink, or wear comes from us. Where would you even get money? From your little secretary job? That\u2019s hilarious.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she curled her lips into a disdainful smile. \u201cIf you\u2019re sneaking Troy\u2019s money to your family, I could overlook it. Everyone has needy relatives. Asking for pocket change now and then is no big deal. My family can afford it. But don\u2019t let it happen again. Next time, I\u2019ll tell Troy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ayla frowned, irritation bubbling beneath the surface.<\/p>\n
Bria knew that threatening to tell Troy was her trump card; it had worked wonders in the past.<\/p>\n
Her expression was a clear challenge, waiting for Ayla to beg for mercy as she had done countless times before.<\/p>\n
But Ayla refused to give in. With a sharp twist, she broke free from Bria\u2019s grip, her voice steady and unwavering. \u201cYou\u2019ve got it all wrong. I have nothing to do with Troy anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bria snorted derisively. \u201cHaha! Everyone knows you\u2019re like glue he can\u2019t scrape off. I don\u2019t believe for a second that you\u2019ll leave him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ayla felt an unexpected calm wash over her at those words.<\/p>\n
She had divorced Troy. What his family thought of her was no longer her concern.<\/p>\n
Engaging in arguments with them, trying to prove her worth, would only sap her energy and trap her in a cycle of pointless disputes.<\/p>\n
No amount of words could alter the judgments they had already formed in their hearts.<\/p>\n
There was no point in trying to explain herself.<\/p>\n
Her earlier surge of anger had been fueled by the pain of her miscarriage.<\/p>\n
Now, steadier and more resolute, she looked at Bria and said in a quiet, even tone, \u201cThink whatever you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Bria to stare at her retreating figure, incredulity etched on her face.<\/p>\n
Bria hadn\u2019t anticipated that kind of reaction. Her expression darkened. \u201cWhat a hypocrite.\u201d<\/p>\n
She had arrived with a friend, who now approached her, carrying a bag of medicine. The friend followed Bria\u2019s gaze. \u201cWho was that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bria sneered, her disdain palpable. \u201cA dog my family keeps.\u201d<\/p>\n
The friend raised an eyebrow, intrigued. \u201cOh? So the dog bit you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bria clicked her tongue, dismissing the comment. \u201cPlease. Dogs don\u2019t bite their owners. This one just won\u2019t leave, no matter how many times you kick her. It\u2019s just annoying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jed had informed her that Ayla had been consumed with jealousy ever since Skyla returned. On the surface, she was filing for divorce, but behind the scenes, she was secretly monitoring Troy\u2019s every move.<\/p>\n
Using such an old, tired trick was nothing short of pathetic. Bria could understand why Ayla had given her attitude.<\/p>\n
Still, whatever Ayla did was merely a source of amusement for Bria.<\/p>\n
She quickly dismissed Ayla from her mind and left with her friends.<\/p>\n
Then, her phone buzzed\u2014Troy was calling.<\/p>\n
Bria\u2019s sour mood evaporated the moment she saw his name flash on the screen. She answered with a bright smile, \u201cHey, big brother, what\u2019s up?\u201d<\/p>\n
Troy\u2019s voice was deep and heavy, laced with urgency. \u201cHe\u2019s back in the country.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe?\u201d Bria froze, a tall, stern figure flashing through her mind, causing her entire body to tense, her breath hitching.<\/p>\n
Troy\u2019s tone sharpened. \u201cGrandpa wants everyone at the estate this weekend. If you don\u2019t want to see him, you better get out of town now. I\u2019ll handle Grandpa.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bria felt a wave of gratitude wash over her.<\/p>\n
She knew it\u2014Troy would always have her back.<\/p>\n
That man was technically her brother, but their relationship was colder than that of any stranger.<\/p>\n
The first time she had met him as a child, his piercing gaze and frosty presence had felt like iron frozen in the depths of winter.<\/p>\n
Just one glance had sent shivers down her spine, causing her to burst into tears, and the fear had lingered ever since. Bria had always been terrified to speak with him.<\/p>\n
Years later, that fear still loomed large over her.<\/p>\n
But admitting it felt humiliating.<\/p>\n
Bria wanted to push past her trepidation and project an air of confidence. Forcing her voice to sound steady, she said, \u201cIt\u2019s been ages since I last saw him. I\u2019m not scared.\u201d<\/p>\n
Troy had only called to relay a message; how she dealt with it was entirely up to her. He was about to hang up when she interjected.<\/p>\n
\u201cTroy, wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bria decided to test the waters. \u201cI saw Ayla at the hospital. She didn\u2019t look awful. Maybe you should check on her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Troy\u2019s indifference was palpable. His voice remained flat and cold. \u201cDon\u2019t worry about it. Just go home early.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line went dead, leaving Bria to lower her phone, a smirk creeping onto her face. \u201cExactly what I thought.\u201d<\/p>\n
She had suspected as much, but now it was confirmed\u2014Ayla meant nothing to Troy. That realization filled her with a jubilant sense of satisfaction.<\/p>\n
After all, she had never liked Ayla.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Ayla climbed back into her car, feeling the weight of the world lift slightly.<\/p>\n
Halle was still on the phone with a coworker. As the owner of a tech company, Halle was perpetually busy. The fact that she had carved out time to celebrate Ayla\u2019s birthday meant the world to her, filling her with gratitude and warmth.<\/p>\n
When Halle noticed Ayla\u2019s return, she quickly wrapped up her call. \u201cHow\u2019s your brother?\u201d she asked, concern etched across her features.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s fine. Not dying anytime soon,\u201d Ayla replied dryly, attempting to mask her emotions.<\/p>\n
As she turned the key in the ignition, Halle shot her a sly smile. \u201cYou were in and out so fast. He didn\u2019t see you, did he?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ayla hadn\u2019t expected her friend to read her so easily. With a resigned sigh, she admitted, \u201cHe holds grudges.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood thing I don\u2019t have such a difficult brother,\u201d Halle said, relief washing over her. \u201cOtherwise, I\u2019d lose years off my life.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ayla had no response to that.<\/p>\n
She shifted the conversation. \u201cWho were you talking to just now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of my team members. He wants me to meet a senior from Agron University. She just finished her PhD, came back from overseas, and is supposed to be a top mind in AI.\u201d Halle smirked, adding, \u201cNot that anyone\u2019s smarter than you. It doesn\u2019t matter whether I meet her or not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ayla offered a faint smile. \u201cShe\u2019s still a fellow alum. Might as well meet her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. I\u2019ll set it up. My schedule\u2019s tight though, so probably in two weeks,\u201d Halle replied, her tone brisk as she took charge.<\/p>\n
She quickly confirmed the meeting.<\/p>\n
Then, just before they ended the call, Halle asked her colleague, \u201cOh right, what\u2019s this senior\u2019s name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ayla turned her head, curiosity piqued, eager to hear the answer.<\/p>\n
In the aftermath of her confrontation with Bria, Ayla felt a profound sense of liberation wash over her. The weight of her past, heavy with the scars of a loveless marriage and the anguish of loss, began to lift as she recognized her own strength. Walking away from Bria\u2019s taunts, she embraced a newfound resolve\u2014no longer would she allow the judgments of others to define her worth. The emotional turmoil that had once consumed her was now a flicker of the past, replaced by a determination to reclaim her identity. Ayla understood that her journey was not about competing with the likes of Skyla or appeasing Troy\u2019s family; it was about finding peace within herself and forging a path that honored her own desires and aspirations.<\/p>\n
As she settled into the familiarity of her car, a sense of gratitude enveloped her. Halle\u2019s unwavering support reminded Ayla that she was not alone in this tumultuous journey. The warmth of their friendship served as a beacon of hope, illuminating the way forward. With plans to meet a brilliant mind from her alma mater, Ayla felt a spark of excitement for the future. She was ready to step into the unknown, to embrace new opportunities that lay ahead. The unwritten feelings that had once drifted aimlessly within her now began to take shape, guiding her toward a life filled with purpose and self-discovery. In that moment, Ayla realized that she was no longer the passive figure in someone else\u2019s story; she was the author of her own narrative, ready to write the next chapter with courage and conviction.<\/p>\n
In the upcoming chapter, tensions are set to escalate as Ayla grapples with her feelings of inadequacy and the harsh realities of her marital situation. With Bria\u2019s cruel taunts still echoing in her mind, Ayla is determined to reclaim her sense of self-worth and independence. As she prepares to confront the simmering emotions within her, readers can expect a deeper exploration of her internal struggle as she contemplates her future\u2014both with and without Troy. Will she finally find the courage to break free from the chains of her loveless marriage, or will the looming presence of Skyla, with all her dazzling accomplishments, continue to haunt her?<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, Bria\u2019s unexpected revelation about Troy\u2019s family dynamics introduces a new layer of complexity to the story. The arrival of their grandfather promises to shake things up, potentially forcing both Ayla and Bria into a collision course of confrontations and revelations. As family secrets bubble to the surface, the stakes will rise, and loyalties will be tested. Will Bria\u2019s confidence hold when faced with the formidable figure of their grandfather? And how will Troy\u2019s indifference to Ayla impact the fragile threads of their relationship? The next chapter promises to be a whirlwind of emotions, revelations, and unexpected alliances, leaving readers on the edge of their seats, eager to discover what will unfold next.<\/p>\n
Ruby Walker is a rising voice in the world of romance and spicy fiction. With a gift for weaving deep emotions, sizzling chemistry, and unexpected twists, her stories are a blend of passion and drama that captivate readers from start to finish. Ruby\u2019s writing style is bold and irresistible\u2014perfect for those who crave intense, addictive love stories.<\/p>\n
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