Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 39

**Through Unseen Doors We Step Into Untold Worlds Beyond by Sage Hunter Lane 39**

Clark sat in his office, his expression as dark and turbulent as stormy waters. The weight of the day pressed heavily upon him, and he reached for the phone on his desk, dialing his assistant Michael’s extension with a sense of urgency.

“Michael, come in,” he commanded, his voice low and edged with an unsettling tension.

Moments later, a soft knock interrupted the silence, and Michael stepped through the door, his brow slightly furrowed. “Mr. Clark, you wanted to see me?” he inquired, his tone cautious.

“I need you to send someone to Rontana City,” Clark stated, locking his gaze onto Michael, his eyes piercing with intensity. “Monitor the situation there closely. If anything seems amiss, I want to know about it immediately.”

Michael blinked, a flicker of confusion crossing his face, yet he nodded in understanding. “Of course, I’ll arrange it right away. Is there anything in particular you’d like me to focus on?”

“Nyla is there on a business trip, accompanied by Damon,” Clark replied, his fingers rhythmically tapping against the desk, as if trying to quell the rising tide of anxiety within him. “I want a detailed account of their every move.”

Suddenly, clarity dawned on Michael, and he realized the underlying tension in Clark’s request. “Understood. I’ll make sure to assign the most trustworthy person for this task,” he assured, his voice steady.

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Clark signaled for Michael to leave. Once alone, he sank back into his chair, the weight of his thoughts pressing down like a heavy blanket. The mere thought of Nyla possibly spending time alone with Damon sent a shiver of unease coursing through him, igniting a swarm of jealousy that crawled beneath his skin like a thousand ants. The notion of being kept in the dark while she shared moments with another man was unbearable.

His mind spiraled into a tempest of tormenting thoughts. Were they sharing meals, laughing together? Did they sit close during meetings? He envisioned Damon’s hand resting on Nyla’s shoulder, offering her the comfort she once sought from him. The very idea made his jaw tighten, a muscle twitching in irritation.

Just then, a gentle knock on the office door disrupted his spiraling thoughts.

“Come in,” Clark said, his gaze still fixed on the desk, unwilling to meet anyone’s eyes.

The door creaked open, and Jordyn stepped inside, her presence a stark contrast to the storm brewing within Clark. With expertly applied makeup and a light blue dress that accentuated her delicate features, she exuded a gentle beauty. Clutching a document, she approached Clark’s desk with a careful grace.

“Clark, I had a checkup today,” Jordyn said softly, placing the pregnancy report before him. “The doctor confirmed the baby is very healthy.”

Clark cast a fleeting glance at the report, his expression remaining indifferent, before his cold eyes met hers. “I told you not to appear in front of Nyla again,” he stated, his tone devoid of warmth.

At his words, hurt flickered across Jordyn’s face, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I know. I just wanted to share the news about the baby’s condition…” she murmured, her voice trembling.

“Is there anything else?” Clark’s voice remained icy, a fortress around his heart.

Jordyn bit her lip, her eyes glistening with emotion. “Clark, why are you so cold towards me? I’m carrying your child, yet you…”

Her voice faltered, tears spilling down her cheeks, each drop a reminder of the vulnerability she felt. It stirred something within Clark, a fleeting sense of pity as he recalled his own humility and caution around Nyla.

Noticing the shift in Clark’s demeanor, Jordyn seized the moment to step closer. “I know your heart belongs to Nyla, but I truly love you. Even if you don’t reciprocate, I’m willing to bear this child for you…”

She caressed her belly gently, her eyes filled with deep affection mixed with sorrow, a silent plea for his understanding.

Realization struck Clark like a thunderbolt; his roughness had likely caused this. Without a moment’s hesitation, he scooped Jordyn into his arms and rushed toward the door.

“Get the car ready! We’re heading to the hospital immediately!” he shouted at the employees milling about in the hallway, urgency lacing his voice.

Meanwhile, in her hotel room in Rontana City, Nyla was meticulously organizing materials for her upcoming presentation when her phone rang, shattering her concentration. Seeing the caller ID, she answered with a hint of trepidation.

“Hello?” she said, her voice steady yet curious.

“Miss Nyla, an hour ago, Clark Summer was intimate with Jordyn in his office. Afterward, she experienced abdominal pain and has been taken to the hospital,” the investigator reported, his tone calm and detached, as if discussing the weather rather than a scandal that could shatter lives. “I’ve sent the photos and evidence to your email.”

Nyla felt her hand tremble as she processed the information. After hanging up, she quickly checked her email, and her face drained of color as she absorbed the damning evidence.

Just earlier, Clark had feigned concern for her well-being, and now he was entangled with his lover, landing her in the hospital. The repulsion coursing through her was palpable.

She sank onto the edge of her bed, her stomach churning with a mix of nausea and rage. She had thought she had moved on from Clark, but this revelation reignited feelings of disgust and anger she thought she had buried.

Staring at the photos on her phone screen, the images were stark and undeniable. Clark’s hands on Jordyn’s body, his lips pressed against hers—the same hands that had once held her tenderly, the same mouth that had whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Her chest tightened, not with heartbreak, but with sheer revulsion. How had she ever allowed herself to love someone so selfish and deceitful?