Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 116

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

**Chapter 116**

Damon had been Nyla’s savior on countless occasions, always stepping in when danger loomed over her like a dark cloud. Each time he had come to her aid, a flicker of something deeper ignited within her—a warmth that she couldn’t quite shake off.

But how could she possibly allow herself to feel anything more than gratitude? The reality of their situation loomed large, casting a shadow over any budding feelings. They were ensnared in the web of societal expectations, and the harsh truth was that she was still tied to Clark, her husband, despite his betrayal.

With a deep, steadying breath, Nyla gathered her thoughts and met Damon’s gaze, which was as sharp as ice. “Mr. Sumner,” she began, her voice deliberate and measured, “I owe you an apology. You’ve helped me more than I can express, and I feel it’s only right that I find a way to repay your kindness. Regarding Clark, well, he was unfaithful first. I refuse to apologize to Jacqueline on his behalf.”

Damon’s eyes turned colder, a wall of detachment rising between them. “I understand, Ms. Jayston. However, I must ask you to leave. Prospectus Technology is not at a point where it requires a woman to go to the Rainfords to issue apologies.”

His dismissal was swift, and he returned his attention to the document before him, as if she were nothing more than a fleeting distraction.

The chill of his words pierced Nyla’s heart, causing her to bite her lip to suppress the emotions threatening to spill over. “Mr. Sumner,” she said with a hint of desperation, “if you ever need anything, please have Mr. Hogg reach out to me. I’m here.”

But Damon remained silent, his expression hardening further, leaving no room for hope.

Resigned, Nyla turned on her heel and exited the office, her heart heavy with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.

Once back in the lab, her friend Melody looked up from her work, concern etched across her face. “Nyla, are you okay? You seem… troubled. If there’s anything I can do, please let me know.”

Nyla forced a smile, shaking her head in an attempt to dispel the worry. “I’m fine, really. Just didn’t get much sleep last night, I guess.”

Melody frowned, skepticism flickering in her eyes. Just before lunch, Nyla had mentioned the unsettling news about several companies pulling their contracts with Prospectus Technology. Was it possible that the looming threat of the company’s decline weighed heavily on her mind, casting shadows over her usually bright demeanor?

At 8:00 p.m., Nyla entered a bar named Just One, the atmosphere buzzing with chatter and laughter. She approached the server and requested to be taken to Room 7, where a meeting had been arranged.

Inside, her contact was waiting, and as their eyes met, he broke into a welcoming smile. “Ms. Jayston, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Pete Monaghan. Please, have a seat.”

Pete was a private investigator known for his relentless pursuit of the truth, a reputation that preceded him. Once a paparazzo, he had uncovered numerous scandals that rocked the entertainment industry, but now he had transitioned to a different path—one that demanded more discretion and integrity.

Though he was of modest stature, the long scar that traced from his right forehead to his left jawline gave him an aura of intimidation. Whispers had circulated that the scar was a remnant of a vengeful attack after he had exposed too many secrets. Shortly after his injury, he left the world of paparazzi behind, choosing instead to operate as a private investigator.

Nyla settled into the chair opposite him, her demeanor calm but her heart racing. “Mr. Monaghan,” she began, her voice steady, “have you made any headway on the investigation I asked you to conduct?”

Understanding the weight of her request, Pete wasted no time. He slid a file across the table, the contents within holding the potential to change everything.