Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 47

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

“What I should or shouldn’t do is not for you to remind me.” Damon’s voice sliced through the air, as frigid and unyielding as the frost that blankets the earth in the dead of winter. Each syllable dripped with an authority that left no room for argument.

As his words echoed in the office, the temperature plummeted, the atmosphere thickening with an unspoken tension. Spencer, acutely aware of the dangerous energy radiating from Damon, instinctively took two cautious steps back, hoping to shrink into the shadows and diminish his presence in this charged confrontation.

Clark’s face flushed a deep crimson, his anger boiling just beneath the surface. The veins on his forehead throbbed like live wires, a testament to the years of resentment he had harbored. Since childhood, Damon had loomed over him like a dark cloud, casting a long shadow that obscured Clark’s own achievements and status within the family. Now, he found himself in the harrowing position of witnessing his uncle’s blatant desire for his wife, a blow to his self-esteem that felt unprecedented and utterly devastating.

Damon, however, remained unmoved, his expression cold and calculating. He narrowed his eyes, the threat in his voice sharpening like a knife. “Say one more word of nonsense, and you won’t be able to keep your position as general manager of Summer Group.”

The weight of Damon’s ultimatum struck Clark like a hammer to the chest, the reality of his uncle’s power settling heavily on his shoulders. He knew without a doubt that Damon was not jesting. With his extensive influence and ruthless methods, rendering Clark unable to thrive at Summer Group would be an effortless task.

Frustration coursed through Clark, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails bit into his palms, but the thought of truly severing ties with his uncle was too daunting. He could only stifle the fury that threatened to erupt from within.

“I hope Uncle will know his limits!” he spat through gritted teeth, his voice a mixture of anger and desperation before he turned on his heel and stormed out, the air crackling with unresolved tension.

As he exited the office, Clark slammed the door with such force that it reverberated throughout the corridor, a thunderous sound that echoed his inner turmoil.

With nowhere to channel his anger, Clark drove straight to Nyla’s home, his mind racing with thoughts that spiraled out of control. He parked and waited impatiently downstairs, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Less than ten minutes passed before he spotted Nyla descending the stairs, her bag slung over her shoulder, clearly on her way to work.

“Nyla!” he called out, hastening toward her, jealousy flaring in his chest like a wildfire.

Nyla’s brow furrowed at the sight of him. “What are you doing here?” she asked, confusion lacing her tone.

Before she could fully process the situation, Clark seized her arm, pulling her into a secluded corner of the hallway and pinning her against the wall with an intensity that made her heart race.

“Clark, what are you doing? Let go of me!” Nyla protested, struggling against his grip.

He pressed closer, his hands braced against the wall on either side of her, effectively trapping her in a cage of his making. The jealousy and frustration in his eyes transformed them into a dangerous storm, reminiscent of a wild beast cornered and ready to strike.

“Nyla, I just came from a meeting with my uncle.” His voice was deceptively soft, yet the underlying threat sent chills down her spine. “He completely denied any feelings for you.”

Clark’s hand inched toward Nyla’s delicate neck, his fingers brushing against her skin in a way that felt both intimate and menacing. “I can’t afford to offend my uncle, so you’d better be good and stay away from him.”

His touch lingered, gentle yet possessive, like a lover’s caress, but the words that followed dripped with menace. “Otherwise, I don’t know what I might do to you.”

Fear surged through Nyla as she met his gaze, the madness swirling within it paralyzing her momentarily. Summoning her strength, she pushed him away, her voice firm and resolute. “Don’t worry, I have no interest in him whatsoever, and it’s impossible for me to fall in love with him.”

Deep down, she longed for a swift divorce, a chance to escape the entanglements of the Summer family and the madness that seemed to engulf her life.

Lucia’s eyes ignited with jealousy at the sight of her. “Oh my, isn’t this our internet celebrity Nyla?” she sneered, her voice laced with sarcasm.

Nyla chose to ignore the provocation, intent on entering the restroom, but Lucia was relentless, her tone sharp and cutting. “Being a married woman and still seducing other men? Truly shameless.”

Her words dripped with malice. “Does your husband know you’re out there attracting men like this? Or are all the Summer family men so easy to fool?”

The venom in Lucia’s words struck a nerve, and for once, Nyla abandoned her usual patience. She turned to Lucia, her gaze icy and unwavering. “So concerned about our marital affairs, why don’t you install a camera in my home?”

Lucia was taken aback, her mouth agape in shock, her face flushing a bright shade of red.

“Also,” Nyla continued, her voice steady and unyielding, “you don’t need to judge my private life. If you have this much free time, why not pay more attention to your own work?”

With that, she pushed past Lucia, entering the restroom and leaving the other woman seething in frustration at the door.

Lucia stood there, her anger boiling over, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the closed restroom door. How dare Nyla speak to her like that? The audacity was infuriating.

Fuming, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number with a sense of urgency.

“Kenneth,” Lucia’s voice was icy, her patience wearing thin. “When are you planning to make your move?!”