Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 10

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**

Clark hurried through the hospital corridors, a large bag filled with nutritional supplements swinging at his side, alongside a bouquet of vibrant flowers. Anxiety etched deep lines across his forehead, and guilt gnawed at his insides like a relentless beast. As he approached the ICU, his gaze fell upon Nyla, who stood outside, her appearance disheveled and weary. A wave of anguish crashed over him, tightening his chest. “Nyla, are you alright? How’s Dad?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, reaching out instinctively to offer her support.

Nyla turned her head sharply, her eyes cold and distant. She took a step back, deliberately avoiding his touch. “He’s out of danger,” she replied, her tone clipped, as if the words themselves could shield her from the emotional turmoil.

Clark’s heart raced as he sensed the chasm between them. “Nyla, please, I need to explain what happened yesterday,” he urged, desperation creeping into his voice. “Jordyn sent that text by mistake. She thought she was messaging her boyfriend.”

A bitter laugh escaped Nyla’s lips, sharp as a knife. “Sent it by mistake? Clark, do you truly believe I would swallow such a pathetic excuse?” The disdain in her voice cut deep, and for a moment, he felt the weight of her disappointment like a physical blow.

Just then, the ward door swung open, and a nurse stepped out, her expression professional yet kind. “You may see the patient, but please keep your voices down,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.

As they entered the ward, Clark’s heart sank at the sight of Harrison, frail and resting on the hospital bed. But as soon as Harrison spotted them, a soft, relieved smile broke across his face. “Nyla, you’re all here,” he murmured, his voice weak but warm. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

Nyla fought to suppress her simmering anger, not wanting to add to her father’s worries. She forced a smile, one that felt more like a mask than a genuine expression. “Dad, you need to rest. Clark brought your favorite supplements,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Clark nodded in agreement, eager to play the supportive husband. “Yes, Dad, just focus on getting better. That text was an error from one of my new secretaries. I’ll handle it. And don’t stress about the medical bills; I’ve got it covered.”

Harrison nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as sleep reclaimed him. The nurse gestured for them to step out, allowing the patient some peace.

Once outside the ward, the silence between Nyla and Clark was palpable. Clark attempted to break the ice, donning the guise of a concerned husband. “Nyla, you haven’t slept at all. You should go home and rest. I can stay here.”

He reached out again, hoping to bridge the gap between them, but Nyla shook him off with a fierce determination.

“How noble of you now, trying to play the good husband. Are you just hoping to win my forgiveness for your betrayal?” Her voice was icy, each word laced with bitterness, slicing through his pretense with surgical precision.

The truth of her words hit Clark like a punch to the gut. He let out a shaky breath, the facade crumbling around him. “Nyla, I admit it. I slept with Jordyn, but it was purely physical. The one I’ve always truly loved is you,” he confessed, his tone shifting to one of sincerity.

“Physical necessity?” Nyla’s eyes widened in disbelief, her heart racing with a mix of anger and hurt.

“You have to understand, all men in our circle are like this,” Clark explained, his confidence returning. “But Jordyn was just a distraction. I won’t abandon you; you are my wife, and that will never change.”

Nyla felt sickened by his matter-of-fact demeanor. She scrutinized the man she once adored, feeling as if she was meeting a stranger. “Do you honestly think this is normal? That I should just accept it?” Her voice quivered, torn between rage and heartbreak.

“Nyla, please, calm down,” Clark urged, trying to soothe her with a placating tone. “I’ll deal with Jordyn. I’ll be more careful from now on. I promise I won’t mess with you again.”

“Won’t mess with me again?” Nyla’s disbelief was palpable. “So, what you’re saying is, as long as I’m in the dark, you can continue your affairs?”

Clark shifted uncomfortably, the weight of his own words settling uneasily in the air. “That’s not what I meant…”

“Then what did you mean?” Nyla shot back, her eyes blazing with fury. “Am I just supposed to pretend everything is fine while you sleep with your assistant?”

“Lower your voice,” Clark hissed, glancing nervously at the ward door. “Do you really want Dad to hear this?”

The mention of her father ignited Nyla’s anger further. “Don’t you dare use my father’s condition to manipulate me,” she spat, her voice low but fierce.

Clark’s expression hardened, frustration flaring in his chest. “I’m trying to protect your family. Who do you think is footing the bill for all this medical care?”

“Are you threatening me now?” Nyla’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, each word dripping with contempt.

“There’s nothing to discuss,” she asserted firmly. “I’ve had the lawyer prepare the divorce papers. Just sign them.”

Clark’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, frustration boiling beneath the surface. “You’re making a monumental mistake. You’ll regret this.”

“The only thing I regret is marrying you in the first place,” Nyla replied, her voice devoid of emotion.

“You think you can just walk away? You think you can survive without me?” Clark’s voice escalated, filled with indignation.

“I’d rather struggle alone than live a lie with you,” Nyla declared, her determination unwavering.

When they arrived at the entrance of Nyla’s apartment building, she opened the door and stepped out, but Clark attempted to follow her. She turned sharply, her eyes cold. “No need to take me upstairs. There’s nothing more to discuss.”

Clark sat in his car, watching as Nyla’s resolute figure faded into the building. A surge of resentment coursed through him, and in a fit of frustration, he pulled out his phone, sending her a barrage of messages—dozens in total—none of which received a reply.

Meanwhile, Jordyn sat in her own apartment, her phone in hand, growing increasingly anxious as she received no response from Clark. Her jealousy simmered, threatening to boil over.

Just then, her friend Lisa called. “Jordyn, I just saw Nyla outside Park Pharmaceuticals. What’s she doing out at work? Doesn’t Clark want her anymore?”

Jordyn’s grip on the phone tightened, a malicious glimmer igniting in her eyes. “Are you sure it was her?”

“Of course, it was her,” Lisa confirmed. “She looked like she was doing just fine.”

After hanging up, a sinister smile crept across Jordyn’s face. Since Clark was ignoring her, she decided it was time to confront Nyla herself.