Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 26

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 26**

Clement’s furious roar echoed through the phone, a storm of anger and frustration that sent shivers down Lucia’s spine. “Do you have any idea what I sacrificed to help you secure that simulation glove? I went against Damon Summer! He nearly cost me my career!”

Lucia’s fingers trembled violently as she gripped the phone, her heart racing in her chest. “Dad, I had no idea it would spiral out of control like this… Please, you have to save me!”

“Save you? I can’t even save myself at this moment!” Clement’s voice dripped with despair, mixed with a fury that felt like a raging tempest. “You foolish girl! I warned you not to get entangled with the Summer family! And now, here I am, dragged into this mess!”

The call ended abruptly, leaving Lucia in a state of panic, her breath coming in quick gasps. With shaking hands, she swiftly dialed Jordyn’s number, desperation clawing at her insides.

“Jordyn, I need your help! My dad can’t get me out of this!” Lucia’s voice was a frantic plea, her mind racing with the implications of her father’s words.

Jordyn felt a tumult of emotions churning within her. A flicker of fear ignited at the thought that Lucia might betray her to the authorities, yet an overwhelming anger boiled beneath the surface at Lucia’s sheer incompetence. After a brief moment of contemplation, she picked up another phone, her decision solidifying like ice. “Mrs. Summer, this is Jordyn. I need your assistance…”

Meanwhile, in the sterile confines of the police station’s conference room, Nyla sat resolutely, recounting the harrowing details of the lab explosion. The officers probed her for specifics, their questions sharp and unyielding as they sought to unravel her connection to Lucia.

“We were friends, once, back in college,” Nyla replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within her. “But then something shifted, and everything fell apart.”

After finishing her statement, Nyla stepped out of the conference room, her mind still racing, only to collide with Jordyn, who was hurriedly pacing the hallway, her expression a storm of emotions.

Jordyn’s eyes ignited with resentment at the sight of Nyla. She strode toward her, her voice laced with accusation. “You’re so heartless! You’re sending someone to jail over something so insignificant!”

Nyla regarded her with a cool detachment. “Insignificant? If that sulfuric acid had been hurled at your face, would you still consider it trivial?”

“You’re a monster! It’s because of you that Lucia is in this mess…” Jordyn’s agitation escalated, her voice rising with each word.

“Because of me?” Nyla scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Did I force her to tamper with the reagent labels? Did I hold a gun to her head?”

“Stop acting so superior!” Jordyn’s face darkened, her fury palpable. “Clark will never truly love you! He only cares about me and our child!”

The mention of “child” pierced through Nyla, a pang of something she couldn’t quite identify flickering in her heart, yet she maintained her composure. “Really? Then why did he choose to marry me instead of you?”

Nyla felt a tumult of emotions swell within her, a mixture of gratitude and confusion. She pondered what love from this man truly meant. He professed to love her, yet his betrayal lingered like a dark shadow. But he didn’t truly care for Jordyn either; he had never treated her with the respect she deserved.

Just as Nyla was beginning to waver in her resolve, Jordyn’s voice erupted, “Clark! How could you do this to me? I’m pregnant with your child!”

The words struck Nyla like a bolt of lightning, shocking her back to reality and freezing her heart in an icy grip.

Clark, sensing the weight of the moment, turned to Nyla, determination etched on his face. “I’ll take you home.”

Nyla shot a cold glance at Jordyn, who was still sobbing beside her, and replied with a chilling finality, “Take me home? And what about this woman who claims to have your child? Are you planning to stuff it in the trunk?”

She emphasized the word “child,” each syllable slicing through Clark’s heart like a dagger, leaving him momentarily speechless.

With that, Nyla strode out of the police station, her resolve unyielding, hailing a taxi without a backward glance, leaving the chaos behind her.