Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 44

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

Damon gently lowered Nyla into the hospital bed, ensuring she was positioned comfortably, the sterile smell of antiseptic lingering in the air around them. After a brief moment of relief washed over him, a cold fury ignited within his chest, burning fiercely in his eyes. He turned on his heel and strode back to the dimly lit hotel room, where shadows danced ominously against the walls.

The man who had attempted to assault Nyla lay crumpled in the corner, blood trickling from his nose, his eyes wide with terror as they locked onto Damon’s approach.

“What were you trying to do to her?” Damon’s voice was deceptively calm, each word dripping with a menacing undertone as he advanced slowly toward the trembling figure.

“I… I didn’t… it was Zoe who told me to…” The man stuttered, desperation creeping into his voice as he scrambled for excuses, his pleas falling on deaf ears.

Damon remained silent, his expression unyielding as he brought his foot down hard onto the man’s hand. A sickening crunch echoed in the room, and the man’s scream pierced the air, raw and filled with agony.

“This hand touched her just now?” Damon’s voice was low, almost a whisper, as he pressed down harder. “Since you enjoy using your hands so much, you won’t be needing them anymore.”

“Ah! Spare me! Please, spare me!” The man writhed in pain, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness as he begged for mercy.

With a sudden, brutal motion, Damon lifted his foot and brought it crashing down onto the man’s thigh. The sound of bones breaking filled the room once more, a chilling symphony that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it.

At that moment, the door swung open, and Spencer entered, dragging two figures behind him—Bill and Zoe.

“Boss,” Spencer announced coldly, tossing the two to the ground like discarded trash.

Bill’s eyes widened as he took in the horrific scene, his legs trembling beneath him until he fell to his knees. “Mr. Damon, please spare us. This is all a misunderstanding…”

“Misunderstanding?” Damon’s lips curled into a sneer, his disdain palpable. “You think drugging and plotting against an innocent woman is a misunderstanding?”

His gaze turned to Zoe, who was visibly shaking, her bravado evaporating. “What did you inject her with in the restroom?”

“Just… just some stimulating drugs…” Zoe’s voice quivered, the arrogance she once held now replaced by sheer terror.

Damon’s eyes flicked to the camera perched in the corner of the room, a cold smile creeping across his face. He pulled out his phone, dialing two of his strongest subordinates.

“Hold these two down,” he commanded, his tone icy. “Let her experience the ‘gift’ she prepared for someone else. And remember, record everything.”

“No! Don’t! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!” Zoe’s desperate cries echoed in the room, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

As her screams filled the air, Damon turned and left, his expression as cold as ice. Some debts, he believed, had to be repaid in kind.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly before Nyla finally stirred, jolting awake to a sharp pain coursing through her body. She blinked rapidly, her gaze falling on the IV drip attached to her hand, the clear liquid flowing steadily into her veins.

“Awake?” A familiar voice broke through the haze of her confusion.

Nyla turned her head, finding Damon seated beside her, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded. His shirt was wrinkled, suggesting he had been there for quite some time, and she could see the shadows of exhaustion etched on his face.

Memories flooded back—vivid and haunting—the man’s assault, her desperate fear, and then Damon’s timely intervention, the strength of his muscles as she had clung to him for safety.

“Thank you for saving me,” she said, the words tumbling out awkwardly as she averted her gaze, feeling a rush of embarrassment. “If it weren’t for you…”

“This is my fault,” Damon interrupted, his voice steady but laden with guilt. “I should have noticed their conspiracy earlier. I failed to protect you.”

“This has nothing to do with you,” Nyla insisted, shaking her head vigorously. “I was careless.”

Damon’s expression darkened as he spoke. “That Zoe has received her due punishment.” His tone was calm, yet Nyla could sense the underlying coldness. “The cooperation between Prospectus Technology and Skyray Medical has also been terminated.”

Nyla felt a wave of discomfort wash over her in the face of Damon’s powerful aura. Words escaped her, and she closed her eyes, feigning sleep to escape the weight of the moment.

“Continue resting. I won’t disturb you,” Damon said softly, his voice a gentle balm in the tense atmosphere.

To her surprise, she actually fell asleep.

When she awoke again, sunlight streamed through the blinds, illuminating the hospital room with a warm glow. Damon remained in the chair beside her, this time holding a thermal lunch box.

“Hungry?” he asked, his voice breaking through her drowsiness. “I had someone prepare some mushroom soup for you.”

“Speak,” Clark commanded, his attention shifting to Michael.

“The night before last, your wife was schemed against by people from Skyray Medical and nearly raped…” Michael delivered the news carefully, his voice steady but cautious. “Your uncle intervened and saved her.”

“What?!” Clark’s anger erupted like a volcano, causing him to rise abruptly from his seat. “Why are you only telling me this now?”

“Sorry, Mr. Clark, I…” Michael stammered, unable to meet Clark’s furious gaze.

“What about those people?” Clark’s voice was low and dangerous, a stark contrast to the chaos in his heart. “Have they been dealt with?”

“Your uncle has already handled it. That woman was arrested, and the vice president was also fired…”

“Not enough,” Clark interrupted, his eyes blazing with fury. “Make sure they stay in prison forever and never see the light of day again.”

Michael felt a shiver run down his spine at the intensity of Clark’s expression. He had never witnessed such wrath before.

With the matter finally settled, Clark wasted no time in seeking out Nyla. He needed to see her, to confirm she was okay, and to understand why she hadn’t responded to his messages.

Upon arriving at Nyla’s apartment complex, he spotted her returning from the supermarket, bags in hand.

“Nyla,” he called out, hastening toward her.

The moment she saw him, her expression hardened, a cold mask slipping over her features. Ignoring him, she continued toward the stairwell.

“Nyla, what’s wrong?” Clark blocked her path, concern etched across his face. “Are you still upset about the business trip? I know what happened to you in Rontana City. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Nyla’s lips curled into a sneer, her anger palpable. “Clark, do you honestly believe that just because I went on a business trip to Rontana City, I wouldn’t know about the disgusting things you and Jordyn did?”

Clark’s face paled, guilt washing over him like a wave. “What are you talking about? Jordyn and I already…”

“Nonsense!” Nyla interrupted sharply, her voice rising. “Today, while I was grocery shopping, I heard Jordyn calling you, asking what you wanted for dinner tonight. If you truly cut ties with her, how could she still reach out to you? Don’t treat me like a fool!”