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This was Troy\u2019s real anger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAyla, you talking to me like this-aren\u2019t you afraid of dying?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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His voice was calm, but the look in his eyes was so dark Ayla couldn\u2019t meet them. It stirred a fear deep in her gut.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But fear didn\u2019t matter anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fear and backing down only made Troy worse.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla sneered. \u201cIf you had the guts to kill me, you would\u2019ve done it already.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy said nothing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And he had no good response. This was a lawful society. Killing someone was illegal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Besides, they were just a married couple with issues, not bitter enemies.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His threats were empty, just for show. No need to be afraid.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They were already headed for divorce and it couldn\u2019t get any worse between them. So why should she keep holding back?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla said coldly, \u201cTell your driver to stop the car. Troy, I have nothing left to say to you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy didn\u2019t move.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As always, he ignored her. Ayla wasn\u2019t surprised. She glanced at the driver, then at the road ahead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Right then, Troy grabbed her fingers, threading his between hers, locking them tight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla\u2019s pupils shrank. She jerked her head to look at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy looked down at their joined hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip was strong. He seemed curious.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked up at her, his voice laced with something between mockery and something else. \u201cSo this is what it feels like.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla didn\u2019t respond.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy had never reached for her before. When she tried to get close, he always pulled away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now he was the one holding her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy noticed she had changed, but Alya never stopped to think he might have changed too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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She let her guard down-and he took advantage.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But what Troy didn\u2019t know was that this tiny gesture hit her hard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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If she had to dig through three loveless years of marriage to find even one warm moment, it would be hand-holding.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he was sick or drunk-when people were most vulnerable-he would let his guard down. In those moments, he wasn\u2019t cold. He was reachable. Ayla would care for him, sit by his bed and quietly hold his hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe he wanted comfort, and sometimes, he\u2019d even hold her back. Palm to palm, in silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He drank often, so she\u2019d seen those moments more than once. She thought maybe, just maybe, he had cared a little. That he remembered at least that much.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But now he was saying, \u201cSo this is what it feels like.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
And he was still wearing the couple ring from Skyla.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That one sentence shattered everything. At that moment, Ayla felt her whole body go cold. A chill shot from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. It was like a knife had stabbed her heart again and again, tearing it apart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What hurt wasn\u2019t that Troy didn\u2019t love her. It was that he had just destroyed the only bit of warmth she still held onto.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Three years of marriage, and she thought maybe there had been one sliver of tenderness.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But even that was gone now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla stared for a second, her mind blank, then just one thought surfaced.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Three years, all for nothing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She slapped Troy across the face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It wasn\u2019t hard, but it landed squarely.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before he could react, she hit him again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As the third slap came, Troy finally caught her wrist-but Ayla had snapped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She tensed up like a cornered animal, eyes wild, teeth clenched. Just moments ago she thought struggling was pointless, but now she fought with everything she had. Her fists and palms hit him hard. She kicked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She even bit him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy had no idea what he\u2019d done to set her off. He couldn\u2019t figure it out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But for the first time, he could feel her pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Ayla didn\u2019t make a sound, but her entire body screamed. She looked like someone who had taken all the hurt in the world and couldn\u2019t hold it in anymore. Her body had reached its limit.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The cool, calm eyes he knew were now bloodshot, on the verge of tears.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy had always been heartless with her. But right now, it felt like a needle had pierced his chest and drawn blood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He almost blurted out the question that burned in him. \u201cAyla, what are you so broken over?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was about to speak when Ayla suddenly stopped. Without warning, she yanked the handbrake. The car jerked violently.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She lunged forward, grabbed the steering wheel, and spun it hard. The tires screeched. The whole vehicle swung wildly before skidding to a stop by the side of the road.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy and the driver, caught off guard, slammed into the sides of the car.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy\u2019s head hit something. Black spots filled his vision.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla, who had braced herself, was already outside by the time Troy was shaking his head, trying to clear his dizziness. She stood calmly on the side of the road, staring at the mess man still inside the car.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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The last time they were in this position-Troy in the car, Ayla outside was on that winding mountain road near Winston Estate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was past two in the morning. The wind bit through the silence, sharp and unrelenting. Her head throbbed, her body trembled from the cold.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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