Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 29

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane**
**Chapter 29**

Confronted by the fiery gaze of Clark, Nyla’s expression hardened, her displeasure evident. “Do I really need to justify who I’m sharing a meal with?” she retorted, her voice laced with defiance.

For a fleeting moment, Clark’s anger faltered as a flicker of guilt crossed his features, but it vanished just as quickly, replaced by indignation. “You’re my wife!” he exclaimed, his tone rising, the weight of accusation heavy in the air.

“Is that so?” Nyla scoffed, her eyes narrowing. “Then when you took Jordyn to the Round Roof restaurant tonight, did you even pause to think about what that meant for your ‘wife’?”

Clark’s complexion drained of color, the realization that Nyla had witnessed their encounter hitting him like a cold wave. He opened his mouth, desperate to articulate some form of defense, but Nyla pressed on, her voice sharp and cutting. “The red dress she wore was stunning. You were seated by the window, and it looked like you were both enjoying each other’s company far too much.”

“Nyla, please, just listen to me…” Clark implored, attempting to salvage the situation.

“What is there to explain? Are you going to tell me why you were out on a ‘date’ with your lover? Or perhaps you’ll explain why you had the audacity to question who I was dining with?” Her voice had turned icy, each word a dagger aimed at his heart.

Feeling the walls closing in and panic rising within him, Clark stammered, “It wasn’t a date! I was just accompanying her to meet a client! Jordyn’s pregnant and not feeling well, and I was just trying to help…”

“A client?” Nyla interrupted, incredulity dripping from her tone. “Does a client require such elaborate attire? Do you need to be so intimately close, arm in arm?”

In that moment, Clark realized his flimsy excuse was riddled with inconsistencies. He tried to feign affection, desperation creeping into his voice. “Nyla, you have to believe me. You’re the only one I love. Jordyn is merely…”

“Merely what? Just the woman carrying your child?” Nyla’s disdain was palpable, her sneer cutting through the air like a knife. “Clark, your performance is pathetic.”

As she looked into his eyes, the unmasked disdain and distrust reflected back at her, Clark’s guilt morphed into irritation. He had extended more than enough grace to Nyla; why couldn’t she let it go?

“Enough!” he snapped, frustration spilling over. “I’ve explained everything to you. Why won’t you just believe me?”

“Because every word that escapes your lips is nothing but a lie,” Nyla replied, her voice unnervingly calm.

A wave of exhaustion washed over Clark, leaving him feeling drained. The relentless questioning and Nyla’s indifference weighed heavily on him.

With Jordyn, he had never felt this kind of pressure. She never interrogated him, always displaying a gentle understanding of his struggles, a soothing balm to his chaos.

“Think what you want,” Clark finally conceded, fatigue evident in his voice. “I’m just… tired.”

Nyla noticed the weariness etched on Clark’s face, and a deep sorrow flooded her heart. This was the man she had married. Instead of confronting his own failings after being caught in his web of lies, he chose to bemoan her “ignorance.”

“I’m tired too,” Nyla replied, her voice steady, as she retrieved her keys and opened the door.

Without another word, Clark exited, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.

The following morning, Nyla arrived at Park Pharmaceuticals, her routine unchanged despite the turmoil within. Not long after taking her seat, Genevieve approached, her demeanor tinged with unease.

“Nyla, I need to have a word with you,” she said, gesturing for Nyla to follow her into the office.

Clark’s lips curled into a sneer. “Perhaps this is a perfect opportunity for her to understand her place. She’s been far too complacent lately. Someone needs to rein her in.”

At the same time, Damon, hearing the news, wasted no time in reaching out to Nyla.

“What’s going on? I heard you’re being forced to take a long vacation?” His voice was thick with anger, a stark contrast to Clark’s indifference.

Nyla felt a pang of bitterness at the warmth in Damon’s tone. The concern he expressed stood in stark contrast to the coldness she had just experienced from her husband.

“It’s all Mrs. Summer’s doing,” Nyla said, a wry smile touching her lips. “She’s trying to bend me to her will.”

“Do you want me to step in?” Damon offered, his voice firm. “I can make a call to the office.”

Nyla’s heart fluttered at the thought, but she shook her head, her resolve firm. “Thank you, Damon. But I need to deal with this myself. I’m prepared.”

After hanging up, Nyla wasted no time. She printed out the photographs the private investigator had sent her, placed them carefully in her briefcase, and drove straight to Mrs. Summer’s residence.

As she entered, Mrs. Summer lounged on the sofa, a smug smile spreading across her face at the sight of Nyla. “Well, since you’ve decided to grace me with your presence, let’s not beat around the bush. Withdraw the charges against Jordyn immediately. This ends here.”

Nyla tightened her grip on the briefcase, her resolve hardening. “And what if I choose not to?”