Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 155

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 155**

**Chapter 155**

Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, the servant seized Nyla and unceremoniously hurled her into the basement, the door slamming shut behind her with a finality that echoed in the darkness.

The basement, a space typically reserved for forgotten relics and the dust of neglect, enveloped her in a cold embrace. The air was stale, heavy with the scent of mildew, and the dim light from her phone flickered ominously before succumbing to darkness.

She fumbled with her device, hoping for a glimmer of hope in the form of a signal, but the screen displayed a cruel message: No Service. Frustrated, she let out a silent breath, realizing that her chances of calling for help had slipped away like sand through her fingers. As the light extinguished, the shadows deepened, and she was left to confront the oppressive silence that surrounded her.

Hours crawled by, and as the clock struck ten, the basement door creaked open, revealing Clark’s silhouette. His expression was grim, the weight of his disapproval hanging heavily in the air.

“Do you realize your mistake now?” he inquired, his tone laced with a mixture of disdain and authority.

Nyla met his gaze with a steely resolve, her eyes reflecting nothing but cold defiance. “Clark, I’ve already laid everything out for you. You refuse to hear me, and I stand by my actions. I’ve done nothing wrong.”

His face darkened further, transforming into a mask of icy fury. “Since you refuse to acknowledge your error, you will remain here tonight to ponder your choices.”

With those words, he turned sharply on his heel and exited, the door slamming shut behind him, sealing her in once again, the light from the outside world snuffed out like a candle in the wind.

The following morning, Damon arrived, his brow furrowed with concern as he sought Nyla.

“Where is Nyla?” he demanded, urgency lacing his voice.

Clark regarded him with a chilling detachment. “Uncle Damon, even if you hadn’t come looking for me, I would have sought you out soon enough. Sneaking my wife away to your home while I’m away on business—doesn’t that strike you as rather shameless?”

Damon’s frown deepened, and he replied with a firm tone, “I’m not asking about your feelings; I’m asking where Nyla is.”

“Why should I divulge that? She is my wife, and her whereabouts are none of your business,” Clark shot back, his voice dripping with mockery.

“Don’t forget, she’s also an employee of Prospectus Technology now,” Damon reminded, his eyes narrowing.

The recording laid bare his treachery—how he had compromised quality during his business trip, opting for inferior materials while pocketing kickbacks. If this information went public, not only would he face the loss of his CEO position, but he could also be staring down the barrel of a prison sentence.

His fury darkened further, realizing the ruthlessness of Damon’s tactics—all for a woman!

Seeing Clark rendered speechless, Damon continued coldly, “You have ten seconds. If you don’t tell me where Nyla is, this recording will be sent to every shareholder of the Sumner Group, including your grandfather.”

Reluctantly, cornered by the gravity of the situation, Clark called for the servants. “Let Nyla out.”

When the servants finally brought her forth, the sight of her pale face and gaunt figure ignited a firestorm of anger within Damon. “You’ve kept her locked up in the basement for an entire day?”

Clark’s expression was grim, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Didn’t you see it for yourself, Uncle Damon? Was there really a need for you to ask?”

Damon sneered, his disappointment palpable. “You are unworthy of being a husband.”

“Am I unworthy? And you, Uncle Damon—are you fit? Coveting your own niece-in-law? If the truth were known, the Sumners would be left wondering whether to be embarrassed or ashamed.”