Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 170

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 170**

Nyla shook her head slowly, frustration bubbling beneath her calm exterior. “That’s not what I meant at all. What I really want to express is that, regardless of how this divorce unfolds, I am genuinely grateful to you, Uncle Damon.” Her voice was steady, but inside, she felt a tempest of emotions.

Damon met her gaze with an intensity that was almost palpable. “I don’t need your gratitude in words,” he replied, his tone firm yet devoid of malice.

Nyla felt a shiver run down her spine as she looked up, caught in the depths of his penetrating stare. It was as if he could see right through her, peeling back the layers of her thoughts and fears. The unease that washed over her made her instinctively turn her gaze away, seeking refuge in the patterned carpet beneath her feet.

“Then… what is it that you desire?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, laced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

“Once you’ve finalized the divorce, I’ll share my intentions with you,” Damon responded, his expression inscrutable.

Nyla bit her lower lip, contemplating the implications of his words. “Alright,” she finally said, the weight of her decision settling heavily on her shoulders.

As she exited Damon’s office, she felt an immense relief wash over her, like a storm cloud dissipating into clear skies. The weight of his intense gaze lifted, leaving her feeling lighter, yet a vague sense of unease lingered in her mind. What could Damon possibly want from her? She had resolved to move forward, ready to sacrifice whatever was necessary for her freedom, yet uncertainty gnawed at her.

When she reached the elevator, she unexpectedly encountered Erin, who was just stepping out. The moment their eyes met, Erin’s expression shifted dramatically; her eyes narrowed, and the smile that had graced her face vanished like smoke in the wind. “Ms. Nyla, if I’m not mistaken, this is the CEO’s office, not your laboratory,” Erin remarked, her tone dripping with disdain.

Nyla noticed how Erin’s gaze swept over her, taking in the effort she had put into her appearance that day. The idea that Nyla might have dressed up to entice Damon sent a jolt of irritation through Erin, causing her to grip her documents tightly, her knuckles turning white as she glared at Nyla.

Remaining composed, Nyla replied, “Ms. Hulle, I don’t believe I’m your subordinate. Where I choose to go is really none of your concern.”

Erin sneered, her voice laced with venom. “I just thought I’d remind you that you’re Clark’s wife, Damon’s niece-in-law. It would serve you well to remember your place.”

Nyla’s patience was wearing thin. “There’s no need for you to remind me of that,” she shot back defiantly.

As she stepped into the elevator, she glanced back at Erin, her voice steady. “Ms. Hulle, don’t think for a moment that hiding behind others and playing your little games will go unpunished. Walk that path long enough, and you’ll inevitably stumble upon something unpleasant.”

What did she mean by that?

Erin’s expression shifted, realization dawning upon her as she understood Nyla was alluding to Jacqueline’s treacherous scheme against Valarie.

Jordyn regarded her with a smirk. “If I were in your shoes, Nyla, I’d seriously consider divorcing Clark. After all, I’m carrying his child.”

“Get out!” Nyla yelled once more, her voice echoing with authority.

“Fine, I’ll leave. Not that I want to stay in this miserable place anyway. It reeks of cheapness, it’s suffocating,” Jordyn sang, waving her hand in front of her nose as if to fan away an unpleasant odor.

With that, she strutted past Nyla, leaving without another word.

Nyla turned her attention to Harrison, who lay in the hospital bed, his face a mask of concern. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes, fearing she might see disappointment reflected there.

“Dad, Wren, I’m so sorry… I had no idea she would show up and create such a scene… Please, don’t be upset. Your health is what matters most,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with emotion.

Harrison sighed deeply, his expression heavy with unspoken thoughts. “Nyla, when I saw her and Clark getting cozy at the hospital last time, I had my suspicions. I’m not disappointed in you; I just feel that this entire situation is so unfair to you…”

The words hung in the air, a reminder of the tangled web they were all caught in.