Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 464

Jaylan released my hand, slowly standing up with a look on his face that was hard to read. A moment

later, he snorted a laugh—a helpless yet mischievous sound—and finally fixed his gaze on me.

“Aaliyah, I’ll sign it! From now on, we're done!”

“That’s exactly what I want.” I shot back with a sharp edge to my voice.

He glanced at me and smirked, a devil-may-care expression playing on his lips.

Hannah stepped in just in time, sliding the divorce papers across the table to him with a pen tucked

neatly alongside.

He looked at me, took the pen, and without even glancing at the document, he scrawled his signature

across the bottom.

I let out a silent sigh of relief. A decade of mistakes was finally reaching its conclusion.

Still caught in my reverie, I heard Jaylan’s sardonic voice cut through, “Aaliyah, don't get ahead of

yourself. You know, you’d make the perfect housewife, staying at home, taking care of the kids.”

His words hung heavy in the air, his smirk turning into a sneer that seemed to carry with it a chilling mix

of malice and menace.

“Hannah, get Mr. Dawson's stuff out of here, would you? I don’t want him having any reason to come

back,” I called out firmly. I wanted a clean break, no lingering connections.

Jaylan’s face turned to stone at my words. “Aaliyah, this is still my home...”

“The moment you signed these papers, this is no longer your home,” I said, holding up the document.

“Because I can’t bear the sight of you one minute longer!”

With that, I turned on my heel, clutching the signed divorce papers, and made my way upstairs without

a backward glance.

“You’re cold-hearted!” he growled behind me, his voice laced with anger and disbelief.

Hannah and Larkin maneuvered three oversized suitcases down to the front door, placing them right

next to his car, their message clear, [Take care, and don’t bother coming back!]

As Jaylan looked back one last time at the house that was no longer his, he turned and walked away,

his departure an emblem of defeat.

From the second-story window, I watched Jaylan leave, carrying his baggage. A bitter smile tugged at

my lips as I realized that this was truly the end of our shared history. Standing on the balcony, I let the

breeze wash over me for a long while before eventually retreating to my room.

Milo, sensing my solitude, sauntered over and meowed softly. I picked him up, noticing how much

weight he’d lost during the times I hadn’t been there.

I stroked his fur gently and whispered, “Little guy, from now on, we're going to live well. Thank you for

pulling me out of that mess.”

He seemed to understand, purring and nestling into my embrace.

I dialed my dad's number, and as his warm voice came through, tears streamed down my face. “Dad,

I’m free! I've divorced!”

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right thing. Pack up those emotions and get ready to start over. Your life is going to be beautiful. You’re

right, you have to wave goodbye to the wrong ones to meet the right ones.”

I chuckled through my tears. Dad always supported me, he was my mountain and my stance.

“But Dad, ten years to see someone’s true colors? I’m hopeless!”

“Life isn’t smooth sailing for anyone. It’s the bumps and bruises that make us strong,” he soothed.

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“You’re right!” Suddenly, I felt an unexpected surge of joy.

With her rebellious streak, I was genuinely apprehensive about her reaction.