Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 49

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

Damon raised his head, his cold gaze locking with Spencer’s. The chill in his expression was reminiscent of the biting winter air outside, a stark reminder of his emotionally distant nature. “I see,” he replied, his voice flat and devoid of any warmth, echoing the sterile atmosphere of a corporate meeting room rather than a personal interaction. Spencer felt a twinge of embarrassment, the kind that comes from realizing his attempt to convey an important message had been met with such indifference.

“Also, you have an important meeting at ten o’clock—a video conference with Germany,” Spencer added, trying to inject a sense of urgency into the moment, hoping to elicit some reaction from Damon.

“Mm.” The response was little more than a murmured acknowledgment, and in an instant, Damon’s attention was back on the mountain of paperwork sprawled across his desk, as if Spencer had vanished into thin air.

Recognizing the futility of lingering in the frostbitten atmosphere of the office, Spencer tactfully retreated, the door clicking shut behind him with a sense of finality.

As noon approached, Nyla stepped into the vibrant cafeteria of Prospectus Technology, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Upon pushing open the gleaming glass door, she was momentarily struck dumb by the sight that greeted her.

This was no ordinary company cafeteria; it was a lavishly designed space that resembled a five-star restaurant! Towering floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the room with golden sunlight, illuminating the elegant decor that made it feel like a high-end dining establishment. The aroma of diverse cuisines wafted through the air, teasing her senses and making her stomach rumble.

But what truly astounded her was the menu’s opulence—dishes from every corner of the globe beckoned, from spicy Chinese Kung Pao chicken to creamy Italian mushroom soup, from delicate Japanese sushi to aromatic Thai curry.

“How are these dishes so cheap?” Nyla murmured to herself, her eyes darting over the prices, hardly able to believe what she was seeing. An authentic Thai pineapple fried rice was a mere eight dollars, while a bowl of tom yum soup was only five.

After placing her order, she sought out a quiet corner table, eager to enjoy her meal in solitude. The tom yum soup was a delightful explosion of tangy flavors, while the pineapple fried rice tasted remarkably authentic. As she savored each bite, she couldn’t help but admire how well Damon managed his company; it was clear he valued his employees’ comfort and satisfaction.

Unbeknownst to Nyla, her striking beauty had caught the attention of nearly everyone in the cafeteria. She remained blissfully absorbed in her meal, entirely unaware of the curious glances and whispers that surrounded her.

“Who is that girl? She’s stunning!” one voice exclaimed, barely able to contain the excitement.

“I’ve never seen her before. Is she new?” another chimed in, their intrigue palpable.

“Look, look! She lights up when she smiles!”

Before long, a candid photo of Nyla, captured mid-soup-tasting with sunlight cascading over her features, began circulating through the internal department groups.

[Finance Department Group] “Does anyone know who this beauty is?” “Oh my god, her looks are off the charts! Which department is she from? Why haven’t we seen her before?”

[Tech Department Group] “Bro, target spotted!” “Is this young lady new? Anyone know her?” “Requesting an introduction! I want to meet her!”

The buzz quickly reached Spencer. As the CEO’s special assistant, he was well aware of the inquiries flooding in from all corners of the company.

[CEO Office Small Group] Spencer: [Stop guessing, she’s a lab researcher sent from Park Pharmaceuticals, and she has a husband.] Secretary Lisa: [Wow, what a pity.]

Oblivious to the internal stir, Nyla returned to the lab that afternoon, preparing to dive into her work when her phone buzzed, breaking her concentration.

Seeing Clark’s name flash across the screen, she felt a frown tug at her brows, her stomach knotting with dread. Before she could even utter a word, a threatening text from Clark popped up.

[I’m downstairs at Prospectus Technology. Come down immediately, or I’ll come find you myself.]

A surge of anger coursed through Nyla, igniting a fire within her. She hadn’t anticipated Clark’s network to be so efficient—he had tracked her down on her very first day at work.

Without hesitation, she called him, her heart pounding in her chest.

“What do you want?” she asked, her tone icy and unyielding, a stark contrast to the fear swirling within her.

“Come down,” Clark commanded, his voice dripping with authority, as if he were issuing orders rather than making a request.

“I’m working as per company arrangements. I won’t resign,” Nyla asserted firmly, her resolve hardening with each word.

“Nyla, don’t be ungrateful. When I tell you to come down, you come down!” Clark’s tone grew increasingly irritable, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

Faced with his unreasonable demands, Nyla found his attitude laughable. She shot back, “If you’re so worried about something happening between me and Damon, why don’t you just install surveillance on me?”

She felt a rush of confidence, knowing that Clark wouldn’t dare create a scene at Prospectus Technology—this was Damon’s domain.

“You…” Clark stammered, rage boiling in his throat, the threat of his anger palpable even through the phone.

With a decisive click, Nyla hung up and promptly added Clark’s number to her blacklist, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

Meanwhile, in his car, Clark seethed at the disconnected call, fury radiating from him like heat from a fire. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel, a dangerous glint igniting in his eyes. This woman was becoming increasingly defiant, and it was clear that a lesson was in order.

Nyla, reluctant to argue in front of her elders, took a deep breath and said, “Clark, come out. We need to talk.”

With that, she turned on her heel and exited the hospital room, the weight of the confrontation heavy on her shoulders, each step echoing her resolve.

Clark, ever the devoted husband in front of Harrison, replied, “Dad, I know Nyla might be acting this way because she’s under too much pressure. I’ll have a good talk with her. I hope you won’t be too angry.”

“You’re too kind-hearted, child,” Harrison sighed, his voice softening. “Nyla marrying you is truly her blessing.”

Clark smiled, a veneer of sincerity masking his true intentions, before rising to leave the room, the mask of concern slipping effortlessly back into place.

As he stepped out, he spotted Nyla waiting at the end of the corridor, her back turned to him as she gazed out the window, lost in thought. The dim lighting cast a somber shadow over her figure, making her appear almost fragile, yet there was an undeniable strength emanating from her.

A satisfied smile crept across Clark’s face as he approached her, eager to witness the mix of anger and helplessness that would surely adorn her features.

Just as he reached her, poised to unleash his words, Nyla spun around and delivered a resounding slap to his face.

“Slap!”

In that moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the echo of her defiance ringing in the air.

**Conclusion**

In this tumultuous chapter, Nyla’s journey unfolds with a powerful emotional crescendo, marking a pivotal moment in her struggle for autonomy against the oppressive forces in her life. Initially ensnared in a web of manipulation spun by Clark, her husband, she discovers the strength to assert herself in the face of his intimidation. The cafeteria scene, where she unknowingly captivates the attention of her peers, serves as a stark contrast to the suffocating reality she faces at home. It is a fleeting glimpse of the woman she could be, unencumbered by the shadows of her past. However, the sudden intrusion of her father and Clark’s insidious influence brings her back to the harsh truth of her circumstances, igniting a storm of emotions that culminates in her defiance.

Nyla’s slap is not merely an act of rebellion; it symbolizes her reclaiming her agency and rejecting the narrative imposed upon her by Clark and her father. As she stands firm, the weight of their expectations and deceit begins to lift, allowing her to glimpse a future where she is not defined by her marriage or the judgments of others. This moment of confrontation is a turning point, propelling Nyla toward a path of self-discovery and empowerment. With her heart racing and adrenaline coursing through her veins, she steps through the unseen door of her own making, ready to confront the untold worlds that await her beyond the confines of her current reality.

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**

In the upcoming chapter, the tension between Nyla and Clark escalates as the consequences of their tumultuous relationship come to a head. Following the shocking slap, Nyla finds herself at a crossroads, grappling with her emotions and the precarious situation she now faces. With her father’s misguided support for Clark looming large, Nyla must summon her inner strength to confront not only her husband but also the web of lies that threatens to entrap her. Will she stand her ground against Clark’s manipulative tactics, or will the pressure from her family and his deceitful charm force her into a corner?

Meanwhile, the atmosphere at Prospectus Technology is buzzing with curiosity about Nyla, as her unexpected presence has sparked interest among her colleagues. As whispers of her beauty and talent circulate, will Nyla find unexpected allies in her fight against Clark’s control? The chapter promises to delve deeper into her relationships, revealing the complexities of trust and betrayal within the corporate world. The stakes are higher than ever, and as Nyla navigates the minefield of her life, readers can anticipate thrilling confrontations and surprising alliances that will shape her journey. What choices will she make, and how will they alter the course of her life? The answers lie just beyond the next turn of the page.