Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 50

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

The atmosphere in the hospital corridor was thick with tension, every breath a reminder of the confrontation that was about to unfold. In a swift, shocking motion, Nyla’s hand connected with Clark’s cheek, leaving behind the unmistakable mark of her fury—a vivid red imprint that stood out starkly against his pallid skin. Clark’s eyes widened in disbelief, a mixture of shock and indignation igniting a fire within him.

“You actually had the audacity to hit me?!” His voice echoed ominously through the sterile corridor, reverberating off the cold, white walls and amplifying the severity of the moment.

Nyla, fueled by a whirlwind of emotions, held his gaze with fierce determination, her chest heaving as she fought to contain her anger. “Why wouldn’t I dare hit you? You scoundrel!” The words were laced with venom, each syllable punctuated by the weight of her betrayal.

“You were the one who betrayed me first, and now you have the gall to slander me in front of my father?” Her voice trembled, yet it was filled with a righteous fury. “Clark Summer, you are utterly shameless!”

His expression contorted with rage, Clark stepped forward, his hands gripping Nyla’s shoulders with a force that felt both possessive and punitive. He pushed her against the unforgiving wall, invading her personal space, his breath hot against her skin.

“Shameless?” He leaned in, his face mere inches from hers, the intensity of his gaze threatening. “Nyla, don’t be ungrateful. I swear, if you don’t start behaving, I’ll have no choice but to continue my visits to your father.”

Panic surged through her as she struggled against his iron grip, desperation flooding her senses. “Let go of me!” she cried, her voice a mix of fear and defiance.

“I could easily show up at the hospital every single day, regaling him with tales of your ‘improper behavior,'” he replied, his tone dripping with malice. “How many shocks do you think your father’s frail heart can endure?”

The chilling reality of his words struck her like a physical blow, draining the color from her face. She was acutely aware of her father’s precarious health, his heart condition already a heavy burden. The thought of him suffering further torment was unbearable, a nightmare she couldn’t allow to unfold.

“You wouldn’t dare!” she spat, trying to summon every ounce of strength she had left.

“What wouldn’t I dare?” Clark’s mocking sneer sent chills racing down her spine. “Unless you start listening to me.”

Nyla inhaled deeply, attempting to gather her thoughts and quell the storm of emotions raging inside her. “Fine, then I can also expose your affair to the world. Don’t you care about the reputation of the Summer family?”

Instead of fear, Clark’s laughter rang out, arrogant and chilling. “Go ahead. I dare you.”

He leaned in closer, his tone casual, as if they were discussing trivial matters. “I couldn’t care less, as long as you remain oblivious to the fact that your father’s condition could worsen from the shock.”

A wave of despair washed over her, her heart plummeting at the realization that he was right. Her father’s heart ailment was serious, and another shock could spell disaster.

“And let’s not forget,” Clark continued, a predatory glint in his eyes, “your father is still on the lookout for a kidney donor. Do you really think that if the Summer family is unhappy, he’ll remain on the priority list for long?”

The weight of his words hit her like a thunderclap, leaving Nyla reeling. She never anticipated that Clark would sink so low as to weaponize her father’s life against her.

“You… how can you stoop so low?” Her voice quivered, a mix of disbelief and horror.

Clark stepped forward, his presence suffocating as he delivered his ultimatum. “I’m giving you one week. Move back to the villa and live with me as a proper wife.”

His hand brushed gently against her cheek, the tenderness of the gesture starkly contrasting with the threat woven into his words. “Otherwise, I’ll take more… forceful measures to ensure you see things my way.”

“You’re inhuman!” Nyla spat, her eyes brimming with pain and disappointment.

She had never imagined that her husband could descend to such depths, using her most cherished family member as leverage against her.

Clark remained unfazed by her anger, his voice a whisper as he leaned closer. “I’ll be waiting for your return, dear wife.”

With that, he released her, straightening his clothes as if their confrontation had been nothing more than a casual exchange. He turned and strode away with a grace that belied the darkness of his intentions.

Nyla slumped against the wall, feeling as if the very ground beneath her had crumbled away. A wave of despair and powerlessness washed over her, leaving her breathless.

Troubled and restless, she returned home, opting not to turn on the lights. She sank into the shadows of the living room, grappling with the overwhelming pressure and anger that threatened to consume her.

Initially, she had intended to play along, secretly gathering evidence of Clark’s infidelity before filing for divorce. But now, his threats had ensnared her in a web of moral dilemmas. If she resisted, it was her innocent father who would bear the brunt of the consequences.

“Damn it!” she shouted, her frustration boiling over as she pounded her fist against the sofa, tears spilling down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Just then, a strange noise emanated from the bedroom, a sound that resembled something crashing to the floor.

Nyla’s senses heightened, her heart racing. She distinctly recalled leaving everything in order before she had stepped out.

Suddenly, the room was engulfed in darkness, the faint glow of the streetlight extinguished as if snuffed out by an unseen hand. It was clear that someone had deliberately cut the power to her home.

Panic surged within her, and she realized that something was terribly wrong. She leaped from the sofa, sprinting toward the door, desperate to escape.

But just as her fingers brushed the doorknob, a shadowy figure burst in from outside, forcefully shoving her back into the room.

Nyla crashed to the ground, her knee colliding painfully with the coffee table. The pain was sharp, but she couldn’t afford to dwell on it; she understood that this was a calculated attack.

Meanwhile, in the jostling vehicle, Nyla slowly regained consciousness, the drug’s effects still clouding her mind. She found herself confined in a narrow, dark space, the air thin and suffocating.

Realizing she was trapped inside a suitcase, fear gripped her heart, but she fought to maintain her composure.

Feigning unconsciousness, she listened intently to the sounds from outside. The rhythmic bumps and the engine’s roar suggested she was in a truck or van.

After what felt like an eternity, the vehicle finally came to a halt.

Nyla felt the suitcase being roughly lifted and then unceremoniously tossed to the ground. The impact jolted her, almost forcing a groan from her lips, but she gritted her teeth, determined to remain still.

Voices drifted from outside the case, one rough and impatient.

“I’ve done my part in helping you kidnap her,” the voice growled. “Now, where’s the money you promised me?”

After a brief pause, another voice, one that sent a shiver down Nyla’s spine, responded, “I… I haven’t received the money yet.”

Recognition washed over her—she had heard that voice before.

The first man erupted in anger. “Kenneth, are you seriously messing with me?!”

“I only agreed to assist in the kidnapping, not to join you in extortion!” Kenneth’s voice was laced with frustration. “Pay me now, or if I spill the beans on this whole operation, don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

**Conclusion**

The confrontation between Nyla and Clark marked a pivotal moment in their tumultuous relationship, unveiling the depths of betrayal and manipulation that had taken root. Nyla’s world, once filled with hope and love, had been shattered by Clark’s cruel threats, leaving her grappling with the unbearable weight of her father’s health hanging in the balance. The emotional turmoil she experienced was palpable, as her anger morphed into despair, pushing her to the brink of a moral crisis. Clark’s willingness to exploit her father’s vulnerabilities stripped away the last vestiges of trust she had in him, and as Nyla sank into the shadows of her living room, she felt the walls of her life closing in around her, suffocating her spirit.

As the darkness enveloped her, Nyla’s fight for survival became more than just a battle against Clark’s tyranny; it evolved into a desperate quest for freedom and self-preservation. The abduction that followed was a harrowing reminder of how far Clark was willing to go to maintain control, and as she lay trapped in the suitcase, fear coursed through her veins. Yet, even in that moment of vulnerability, a flicker of resilience ignited within her. The realization that her life was now intertwined with forces beyond her understanding propelled her into a state of determination. With Damon’s urgent search for her signaling hope, Nyla’s journey transformed from one of despair to a fight for her autonomy, setting the stage for a confrontation that would redefine her destiny and reclaim her power in a world that sought to silence her.

**What to Expect in the Next Chapter?**

In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate dramatically as Nyla wrestles with her dire situation. Trapped in the suffocating confines of a suitcase, she must rely on her wits and resourcefulness to navigate through the chaos that has enveloped her life. As she listens intently to the heated exchange between her kidnappers, the stakes become painfully clear: not only is her freedom at risk, but the very lives of those she loves may hang in the balance as well. With time slipping away, will Nyla be able to devise a plan to escape her captors, or will she succumb to the darkness closing in around her?

Meanwhile, the narrative will shift back to Damon, whose growing concern for Nyla propels him into action. As he mobilizes a team to search for her, readers will witness his determination and the lengths he’s willing to go to protect her. The contrasting perspectives of Nyla’s captivity and Damon’s frantic search will create a gripping tension, leaving readers on the edge of their seats. With their fates intertwined and the clock ticking, the question looms: will Damon reach Nyla in time, or will her captors succeed in their sinister plans? Prepare for a whirlwind of suspense, revelations, and unexpected alliances as the story unfolds into a thrilling chase against time.