Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 183

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

**Chapter 183**

As Nyla’s gaze fell upon the so-called “evidence” displayed on Clark’s phone, a wave of sarcasm washed over her. She couldn’t help but scoff, “So, based on this chat screenshot, you’ve come to the conclusion that I’m the culprit?” Her voice dripped with disbelief, each word laced with irony.

“That’s not the entirety of it,” Clark shot back, his demeanor as frigid as the winter air outside. “There’s also a recording.”

With a swift motion, he activated the recording right before her eyes, the sound echoing ominously in the stillness of the room.

As the audio played, Nyla felt a chill creep up her spine. Each word she heard was a calculated attempt to ensnare her in a web of deceit. It dawned on her that this was no mere coincidence; it was a meticulously crafted setup aimed squarely at framing her. Yet, the question loomed large in her mind—what could the orchestrator of this scheme possibly hope to gain?

“This voice certainly bears a resemblance to mine,” Nyla replied, her tone steady, masking the turmoil within. “However, if you were to submit this to a forensic lab, you’d discover it’s been tampered with.”

Clark’s eyes, filled with a mixture of disappointment and anger, bore into her. “I provided you with the evidence you requested, yet you still refuse to accept it? Nyla, when did you become so malicious?”

“Is it truly malice, or is it your desire to paint me as the villain? You didn’t even bother to authenticate this recording or the chat logs, yet you’ve hastily concluded that I’m the one at fault. If I genuinely wanted to leak Jordyn’s pregnancy, would I have left such glaring evidence for you to uncover?” Nyla countered, her voice rising slightly with indignation.

To anyone with a modicum of logic, it was clear she was being wronged. Yet Clark remained obstinate, his mind seemingly made up that she was the perpetrator.

A heavy silence enveloped them for a few moments. When Michael had first sent him the so-called evidence, Clark had felt a flicker of doubt. But now, the pressure to assign blame weighed heavily on him. Someone had to bear the consequences of this scandal.

“Nyla, I had assured you that Jordyn wouldn’t jeopardize your position,” Clark continued, his voice edged with desperation. “Yet, because of this fiasco, my grandfather has lost all faith in me. If I don’t handle this situation adeptly, I risk losing my inheritance and my claim to the Sumner Group.”

“So what?” Nyla replied, her tone icy, bracing herself to hear just how far he would sink in his shamelessness.

“If you were to tell my grandparents that you can’t have children and that you desperately wanted a child, and that’s why I turned to Jordyn…” Clark’s words trailed off, the implications hanging heavy in the air.

With a resigned sigh, Clark turned on his heel and left, the weight of the unresolved tension lingering in the air.

Once home, Nyla dialed Damon’s number, her heart pounding with a mix of urgency and trepidation. “Uncle Damon, was it you who leaked the news about Jordyn’s pregnancy?” she asked, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her.

A brief silence stretched before Damon’s deep voice broke through, “No. Why do you ask?”

“No reason, just curious,” she replied, her tone casual, though her mind raced. “You’re likely busy, so I won’t keep you.” Ending the call swiftly, she realized that if Damon had been behind this, he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of fabricating evidence. In her haste, she had overlooked this crucial detail.

The only individuals privy to Jordyn’s pregnancy who would resort to such lengths to frame her were Jordyn herself and Cindy.

Cindy, aware of Clark’s precarious standing within the Sumner Group, would never risk leaking the news herself.

That left only one suspect. The realization settled heavily in Nyla’s mind, and she steeled herself for what lay ahead.