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Alya used to stare at Troy with hollow abandoned eyes, hoping he would stop the car, take her along, and not leave her behind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But her eyes had changed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was still outside the car-but this time, it was Ayla who had gotten out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A taxi happened to pass by. Ayla raised her hand, opened the door, and got in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She shut the door. The car headed toward the airport.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She already had a destination in mind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She and Troy were no longer going the same way. There was no need to walk the same road, and she no longer hoped he\u2019d take her along.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because now, she could get there on her own.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla drove her Range Rover from the airport, all the way back to her home.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She felt lighter and more certain than she ever had.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After signing the divorce papers, she started seeing Troy clearly without the rose-colored filter. And when she did, she saw the truth.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The truth was, when Troy pulled her out of the ocean, it was just an instinct to save someone-not some miracle. But she had seen him as her salvation, the light that lifted her out of the grief of losing her mother, guiding her toward a new life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Now, she saw it differently. These past three years, she had been stuck in the valley because that light never came. So how could there have been salvation?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Skyla was right.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had been in the depths.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But she was also wrong too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because now, she was climbing out-one step at a time, going uphill.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For someone who had already hit rock bottom, every direction was uphill.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Things had gotten so bad, there was nowhere left to go but forward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Suddenly, her phone rang.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The screen lit up with a name she hadn\u2019t seen there in a long time. It was Troy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She declined the call.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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He called again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She declined once more, and he still kept calling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just like how she had once tried to reach him again and again, only to be ignored.\u00a0<\/p>\n
How ironic.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla had never imagined she and Troy would come to this point.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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But now that she had let go of her illusions, her expectations, her hopes-she no longer cared about his wealth, his status, or the fact that he had once held all the power in their marriage.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because now, in her heart, she was his equal.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t end the next call. She just let it ring out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then she silenced the phone and placed it face down on the passenger seat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She headed to the villa where she and Troy had lived for three years.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was only one thing she hadn\u2019t taken with her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The package from Halle.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Inside was 1.5 billion dollars.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Everything else-people, things, memories-she had no attachment to hold on. Nothing worth keeping it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because she didn\u2019t want any of it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Martin didn\u2019t go straight back to Winston Estate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Halfway there, he got a call from Draven.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The two met up at a private museum.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The museum had just acquired an original work from an ancient artist. Draven had tipped Martin off, and that was why Martin came back early.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He admired the piece and was satisfied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Afterward, they sat in the museum\u2019s courtyard, sipping tea and chatting.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Martin smiled. \u201cYou really are the most thoughtful. You always know exactly what I like.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven replied calmly, \u201cI didn\u2019t get to meet you at the airport. That\u2019s hardly thoughtful.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Martin waved it off. \u201cNo worries. You\u2019re not my only grandson. Troy came to pick me up. He and Ayla are both very considerate.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Draven\u2019s hand paused slightly as he lifted his teacup. \u201cThey were together?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Didn\u2019t Ayla say she was going to talk to Martin?\u00a0<\/p>\n
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But judging by Martin\u2019s reaction, it didn\u2019t seem like she complained. More like she was being sweet with Troy, winning their grandfather over.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Martin nodded. \u201cYes, they were. Troy told me their third wedding anniversary is coming up in a few days. Said they plan to celebrate together.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven looked down and said nothing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Martin noticed something off and gently patted his shoulder. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong? Feeling a little jealous of your brother\u2019s happy marriage?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven didn\u2019t respond.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo need to rush. You\u2019re accomplished, handsome, charming. Plenty of people like you. If you\u2019re really feeling a little jealous, maybe it\u2019s time to shift your focus. If you meet the right girl, you could start thinking about settling down.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Out of everyone in the world, Martin had always been closest to Draven.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He never pushed him to marry and always respected and encouraged him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But this time, Martin misunderstood, and so his words missed the mark.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Draven stayed calm. \u201cYeah.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Martin raised an eyebrow. \u201cSo, is there someone you like?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A woman\u2019s face flickered in Draven\u2019s mind. \u201cNo.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Martin looked at his quiet, detached expression and suddenly felt a pang of sorrow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The one thing Martin regretted most in his life was sending Draven back to the Storms when he was\u00a0<\/p>\n
seven.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before that, Draven had been a quiet boy by nature, but still playful and full of life.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After the Storms took him, Martin didn\u2019t see him for a full year.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When they finally met again, it was like looking at a stranger. The once bright-eyed boy had lost all his warmth. His eyes were cold. His smile was gone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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