Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex (Nyla and Clark) novel Chapter 185

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

**Chapter 185**

“I don’t require the Sumner Group’s assistance to handle you,” Damon declared, his voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade, devoid of warmth.

Clark’s face darkened, his features contorting into a mask of disdain. “Nyla and I are married. Whatever transpires between us is entirely outside your jurisdiction,” he retorted, his tone laced with defiance.

“Even as her husband, you possess no authority to coerce her into actions against her will,” Damon countered, his voice steady and resolute, unyielding as stone. He was acutely aware that it wouldn’t be long before the inevitable divorce between Clark and Nyla would unfold, a mere formality in the face of their crumbling relationship.

The air thickened with tension as the two men locked eyes, a silent battle of wills waging between them. It felt as though the very temperature around them had plummeted, the atmosphere crackling with unspoken animosity.

“Nyla, please, stop harassing me,” she interjected, her voice icy and firm. “I will not acquiesce to your proposal, regardless of the circumstances.”

Clark felt a chill seep into his heart, a bitter sting of betrayal. Nyla was fully cognizant of the significance of the Sumner Group in his life, yet she stood resolute in her refusal to assist him.

With Damon looming beside her, Clark realized that any attempt to sway her was a futile endeavor.

“Nyla, I’ll return at another time,” he said, the words tumbling out with an air of resignation.

Nyla’s frown deepened as she processed his statement. No matter how often he returned, she was certain of one thing: her decision would remain unchanged. Before she could voice her thoughts, Clark turned on his heel and departed, leaving a palpable void in the room.

“If he dares to return and harass you, don’t hesitate to call security and have him escorted out,” Damon advised, his tone protective as he focused on Nyla.

She nodded, grateful for his support. “I will do just that. Thank you, Uncle Damon.”

“I’ll give you a ride home,” Damon offered, his usually steely gaze softening with a hint of warmth that was rare for him.

Nyla felt a rush of flustered warmth rise to her cheeks, and she quickly averted her gaze, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “No need for that. I have my own car.”

But Clark brushed past her, his demeanor as frosty as the winter air. “Jordyn, did you have any part in this mess?” he demanded, suspicion lacing his words.

He had a nagging feeling that the sudden exposure of her pregnancy was no coincidence.

In his mind, the only person who could possibly assist him now was Nyla. So, when Michael stumbled upon the so-called evidence, Clark hadn’t bothered to consult anyone else for a deeper investigation. If Nyla was behind this chaos, perhaps there was still a chance to salvage his situation.

Tears welled in Jordyn’s eyes, her expression shifting to one of betrayal and hurt. “Clark, what would I gain by exposing this? Did you not see the reporters outside? If you had delayed even a moment longer, they would have broken down my door.”

Her pitiful display tugged at the edges of his resolve, but Clark remained unmoved, his heart hardened.

“Because of this, I’ve been ousted from the Sumner Group. This better not be your doing, or I swear you’ll regret the day you were born!” he hissed, his gaze piercing through her.

Jordyn trembled under the weight of his icy stare, shaking her head fervently. “I promise, it truly has nothing to do with me.”