Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 160

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

Nyla felt a storm brewing within her. Was she truly ready to let Clark dictate the terms of her life once more? The thought gnawed at her, a relentless reminder that the only path to freedom lay in seeking a divorce. But first, there was the matter of Harrison’s impending kidney surgery, a critical event that loomed like a dark cloud over her head.

The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on her. If she didn’t act swiftly, Clark would continue to wield the situation like a weapon, using it to threaten her at every turn. The stark reality was that if she relied solely on her own resources, she would be stuck in a seemingly endless queue for a kidney transplant, not knowing how long it would take to find a match. The uncertainty was suffocating.

With a steely resolve, Nyla raised her gaze to meet Clark’s, her voice icy as she declared, “If you want me to move back, fine.”

For a fleeting moment, hope ignited in Clark’s eyes, illuminating his face like a candle in the dark. But her next words extinguished that light, freezing his smile mid-motion.

“I will move back in after my father’s kidney transplant is completed,” she stated, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

An oppressive silence enveloped them, stretching out in the hallway like a thick fog.

Clark’s fists tightened, the muscles in his arms coiling with frustration. If only he hadn’t so hastily given his kidney to Jordyn’s father, he would have jumped at the chance to agree to her terms. But now, with no viable kidney donation available, he was trapped in a web of his own making.

Nyla watched him closely, her heart hardening as she interpreted his silence as a signal that he intended to use the kidney donation as leverage against her. The chill in her gaze intensified.

“If you’re not willing to help, then don’t come looking for me. I won’t agree to move back, though you could always just force me. After all, you’ve done that before, haven’t you?” she shot back, her words laced with bitterness.

“Nyla… I promise I won’t treat you like this again,” Clark replied, his voice earnest, almost pleading.

But Nyla remained unmoved, her expression a mask of scorn. “You’ve made countless promises before, and it seems you’ve broken every single one,” she retorted, her heart aching with the weight of his betrayals.

Clark’s face fell, and he opened his mouth to defend himself, but the words eluded him, leaving him speechless.

After a long, tense moment, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Give me some time regarding the surgery.”

“Sure. Then don’t come looking for me during this time. I don’t want to see you,” Nyla made her stance unmistakably clear, her heart racing with a mixture of anger and sorrow.

Clark felt a pang of regret, a deep sadness settling in his chest, but he nodded, knowing he had no choice. “Alright. I understand.”

Only after Clark had taken the elevator down and disappeared from sight did Nyla finally allow herself to breathe. She opened her door and stepped inside, closing it firmly behind her, as if sealing away the turmoil of their encounter.

Noticing that he hadn’t followed her, she turned back, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Why aren’t you coming?”

Clark blinked, as if waking from a daydream, and rushed to catch up with her. “Oh, I was just lost in thought. By the way, you should change into something more formal,” he suggested, his tone shifting to one of urgency.

He had anticipated that persuading Nyla to attend the party would require some effort, but her compliance surprised him.

Nyla glanced down at her casual attire, realizing that the party would indeed be a grand affair, and her current outfit would not suffice. “Alright,” she conceded, a hint of resignation in her voice.

In less than half an hour, Clark’s car came to a stop in front of the lavish villa, its grandeur striking against the evening sky.

“I’ve had the service staff prepare a formal dress for you. It’s on your bed. Just change into it,” Clark informed her, his tone brisk but with an undercurrent of anticipation.

Nyla nodded, stepping out of the car and making her way into the villa. Once inside her bedroom, she picked up the dress from the bed, her heart sinking as she slipped it on. It hung loosely on her frame, clearly several sizes too big.

She looked down at the dress, her expression growing cold, disappointment washing over her like a wave.