Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 113

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 113**

**CONTENT: Chapter 113**

Nyla pressed her lips together, her gaze dropping to the floor as if it held the answers to her turmoil. “Yes,” she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Clark, standing nearby, caught a glimpse of her phone resting on the table, its screen dark and uninviting. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. “I believe you,” he said, his tone steady and reassuring. “I brought some ointment. Let me help you apply it.”

His mind was already racing ahead. Once Jordyn had the baby, he planned to send her far away, ensuring that she would never be a thorn in his and Nyla’s relationship again. The thought of it was a bitter comfort.

As he stepped closer, Nyla instinctively took a step back, a clear boundary forming between them. “No need. I’ll do it myself,” she insisted, her voice firm yet tinged with an unspoken vulnerability.

Clark noticed the distance in her eyes, a barrier he couldn’t breach. He felt a stab of disappointment but forced a smile, determined to keep the peace. “Just remember to apply it now and again before bed. The swelling should go down by morning,” he reminded her gently as he handed her the ointment.

“Thank you,” she murmured, accepting it with a slight nod.

“I’m your husband. It’s my duty to take care of you,” Clark replied, trying to inject warmth into his words.

“I’m going to rest now,” Nyla announced, her tone leaving little room for discussion.

“Alright, I’ll get back to work,” he responded, turning away. Just as he reached the door, he heard it click shut behind him, and a bitter smile crept onto his lips, a mix of resignation and frustration.

Back at her vanity, Nyla’s resolve crumbled. In a fit of anger, she tossed the ointment into the trash, the container clattering against the side. The doctor had already prescribed her medication at the hospital earlier, and now Clark’s concern felt like an empty gesture. He hadn’t been there when she was most terrified and vulnerable; he had been with another woman, attending a prenatal check-up, leaving Nyla to fend for herself.

Though she despised Jordyn, she recognized that the real issue lay with Clark’s weakness. If he had resisted temptation, Jordyn wouldn’t have ended up pregnant, nor would she have had the audacity to taunt Nyla. The thought twisted in her stomach like a knife.

The next morning, Nyla walked into Damon’s office as soon as she arrived at the company, her heart pounding with a mix of gratitude and trepidation.

Nyla felt a wave of humiliation wash over her. After a few tense seconds, she looked up at him, forcing a smile. “I’ll go back to work now. Thank you again for yesterday.”

Damon didn’t even glance her way, his focus still locked on the document in front of him.

Feeling a tightness in her chest, Nyla turned and walked away, desperate to escape the suffocating atmosphere. She didn’t want to humiliate herself any further.

Once the office fell silent again, Damon threw the document onto his desk, frustration and anger boiling beneath the surface. He had already sensed Nyla’s answer when Clark had asked if she would ever love him the night before, but hearing it confirmed still stung like a fresh wound.

If she truly harbored such disdain for him and felt nothing at all, he wouldn’t force the issue. After all, there were countless beautiful and understanding women out there; he didn’t need to fixate on Nyla.

Taking out a cigarette, he lit it, the smoke curling up into the air like his fleeting hopes. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a message in a group chat that included just three people, seeking solace in the company of others.