Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 180

**TITLE: Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 180**

Wren’s voice trembled with urgency, a plea that resonated deep within Nyla, yet an icy shiver coursed down her spine. This had to be the true motive behind her call.

Nyla’s thoughts spiraled back to the countless times Clark had manipulated her, using the fragile hope of a kidney donation for her ailing father as bait, only to turn around and betray her by giving that precious gift to Jordyn’s father instead. The bitterness of that betrayal still lingered in her heart like a festering wound.

“Wren, I can’t agree to this,” Nyla stated with unwavering resolve, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. “A person needs to have boundaries. If I relent this time, I’ll be allowing Clark to dictate my life indefinitely.”

She had bent her will too many times in the past, each concession leading her deeper into a labyrinth of pain and deceit crafted by Clark. Trust was a luxury she could no longer afford, nor could she allow herself to compromise again.

A heavy silence enveloped the conversation, thick with unspoken words, before the telltale sound of the call disconnecting pierced through the air.

Nyla felt a rush of relief mixed with sadness as she set her phone down, the weight of the conversation settling heavily on her shoulders. She decided to wash away the tension, stepping into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her, hoping it would cleanse her of the emotional residue left by the call.

The following days unfolded in a tranquil haze, the kind of quiet that felt almost too good to be true. Clark didn’t reach out; he didn’t even send a text. Nyla slipped back into her routine, the mundane tasks of daily life wrapping around her like a comforting blanket.

Just as she was contemplating approaching Richard in a week to broach the delicate subject of divorcing Clark, the tranquility shattered. News erupted that Jordyn was pregnant, and old photos of Clark and Jordyn sharing a kiss resurfaced, quickly becoming the talk of the town once more.

Unbeknownst to Nyla, the revelation of Jordyn’s pregnancy had already spread like wildfire. As she walked into the office, she felt the weight of sympathetic gazes upon her, confusion knitting her brow.

Was there something on her face?

Little did she know that people were now whispering about her impending abandonment by Clark. After all, it had only been a few short days since the world had learned of their concealed marriage.

With the news of Jordyn’s pregnancy hitting the headlines, coupled with the resurfaced images of her kissing Clark, it was hard for anyone to draw any other conclusion but that the child was undoubtedly Clark’s.

Entering the lab, Nyla noticed Melody casting furtive glances her way, her expression a troubling mix of pity and hesitation.

Nyla’s frown deepened. “Melody, is something wrong? Why does everyone seem to be looking at me like that?”

“You really don’t know?” Melody’s eyes brimmed with even more sympathy, making Nyla’s stomach twist in knots.

“Mr. Sumner, the initial post appeared on a foreign site, and we can’t pinpoint the specific IP address,” Michael reported, his voice steady but cautious.

Clark’s demeanor shifted, turning icy as he processed the information. “So, you’re telling me you can’t find out who did this?”

“…Yes,” Michael replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Useless!” Clark’s frustration erupted as he slammed a folder to the floor, papers scattering like fallen leaves. “There are only a handful of people who know about Jordyn’s pregnancy. I want every single one investigated! I refuse to accept that we can’t uncover the truth!” His marriage to Nyla had just been made public, and now this scandal had emerged, clearly designed to undermine him.

The suspicion that Damon might be behind the leak gnawed at him, dark and insistent.

“Focus the investigation on my uncle!” Clark commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

“Yes, sir!” Michael responded, his voice sharp with urgency as he exited the room.

As Michael left, Clark’s phone buzzed, and he assumed it was Nyla calling again. He almost dismissed it, but when he glanced at the screen and saw Richard’s name, a shadow of apprehension crossed his face.