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Halfway through the drinks, Skyla and Rolf were talking about work in the corner. The rest of their friends. were playing pool. Max walked over with a glass in his hand and stopped beside Troy, who had been quiet all night.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He took a sip and asked, \u201cWhat\u2019s on your mind?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing,\u201d Troy said, cold as always.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Max was used to it. \u201cYou remember the bet we made a month ago?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy shot him a look, his face tense. \u201cWhat are you trying to say?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t plan to bring it up. It just popped into my head-Ayla\u2019s been gone for a month now, right?\u201d Max shrugged. \u201cThe waiting period for divorce is also a month. Are you two going to sign the papers tomorrow?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ayla would definitely show up. The real question was whether Troy would.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Out of all their friends, Max was the one who knew Ayla best. He loved to gossip too, so his question wasn\u2019t strange. But the moment he mentioned the divorce, Troy grew annoyed. He snapped, \u201cYou think I\u2019m Ayla? Some kind of stubborn glue you can\u2019t peel off?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Max explained, \u201cOf course not. We all know how you treat Ayla.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why ask?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Max poured Troy another drink, pushed it into his hand, then clinked his glass against it. The crisp sound rang out. Max smirked, and his eyes glimmered. \u201cIt\u2019s a toast. To my buddy finally escaping a miserable marriage.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy had known Max since they were kids and was long used to his jokes, but right now he wanted to throw the drink in his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy aren\u2019t you drinking?\u201d Max asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s nothing to celebrate.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNo?\u201d Max\u2019s smile faded. \u201cWeren\u2019t you the one who kept saying you wanted a divorce? Shouldn\u2019t this be exactly what you wanted?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d Troy pressed his lips into a hard line. He knew he was supposed to be happy. And honestly, his mood wasn\u2019t bad. It felt normal, like any other day. But excited? Not really.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThen drink,\u201d Max said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the end, Troy drank the toast celebrating the end of his marriage.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He set the glass down hard on the table and couldn\u2019t stay in the room any longer. He left early and headed home.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Max watched him walk out, his gaze turning darker.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tomorrow was going to be interesting.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Skyla also watched Troy\u2019s back as he left. She was looking forward to tomorrow too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Troy came home earlier than usual. Laura was surprised. When she saw the dark look on his face, she hesitated, as if she had something to say but didn\u2019t dare.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy noticed. \u201cWhat do you want to say?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, Mrs. Winston has been gone for a full month now. I just wanted to ask, when will she be coming back?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A spark of anger shot through Troy\u2019s chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Why was everyone so worried about Ayla? What was so great about her?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Laura jumped at the sudden grim look on his face. \u201cMr. Winston, a-are you alright?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing the fear in her eyes, Troy suddenly forced himself to calm down. What was that just now? Why had he gotten so angry? And what was there to be angry about anyway?\u00a0<\/p>\n
He steadied his voice, cold and flat, just like always. \u201cAyla isn\u2019t coming back.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Laura\u2019s face changed at once. \u201cReally?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWould I lie about that?\u201d Troy\u2019s tone dropped even lower. He didn\u2019t understand why Laura looked so heartbroken. He spoke coldly, \u201cTomorrow I\u2019m filing the divorce papers. She\u2019s never coming back.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Laura looked completely shattered. She wanted to speak, but no words came out. Her lips trembled, and then she started to cry.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Troy looked at her in silence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had just stepped toward the stairs when her reaction stopped him. He frowned. \u201cWhy are you crying?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Laura didn\u2019t even know why. Just a moment ago, she thought Skyla was a better match for Troy, She thought Ayla was too dramatic and always causing tension in the house. But hearing that the divorce was real and Ayla was truly leaving forever, she suddenly found she couldn\u2019t accept this.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All she could think about were the good moments from the past three years. How Ayla let her rest when she was tired, how she bought her patches for her back pain, how she reminded her to get her full checkup every year, and how she cared for her even more than Laura\u2019s daughter did.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The more she thought about it, the sadder she became. What started as quiet tears turned into full sobs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had worked for Troy for five years. Ayla had only been there for three. It was just a divorce, so why did\u00a0<\/p>\n
it hurt this much?\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cStop crying,\u201d Troy said stiffly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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He didn\u2019t like having too many strangers in his home, so Laura was the only live-in staff he kept. When things got busy, she would call part-timers, but she handled everything. Troy never cared about her minor health problems, but he had long gotten used to her presence. So, he forced out a line that roughly\u00a0<\/p>\n
counted as comfort.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Laura wiped her tears fast. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Mr. Winston. I\u2014I\u2019m just too sad. I can\u2019t accept it. I really can\u2019t bear to lose Mrs. Winston.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll have to accept it sooner or later,\u201d Troy said coldly. He left her there and went upstairs. At the top step, something made him pause and glance back. Laura\u2019s shoulders were shaking as she tried to hold in her sobs, wiping her tears again and again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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