Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 65

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

Nyla felt the weight of her emotions pressing down on her as Damon suddenly released her grip. The moment felt suspended in time, her heart racing as she wrestled with the conflicting feelings swirling within her. Anger coursed through her veins, urging her to lash out, yet a flicker of gratitude lingered in the back of her mind, reminding her that he had saved her life. She clenched her teeth, biting her lip until she tasted the metallic tang of blood, forcing herself to remain silent even as the hurt threatened to spill over.

What did he truly think of her? Did he see her merely as Clark’s wife—his nephew’s wife—someone to toy with? The thought made her stomach churn. How could he dare to cross such a line?

As her mind spiraled deeper into turmoil, hot tears began to trace their way down her cheeks, each droplet a testament to her sense of betrayal. The men in the Sumner family were all despicable! The realization settled heavily in her chest, a bitter truth she could no longer ignore.

In the dim light, Damon’s gaze turned icy, his entire presence radiating a chill that matched the darkness surrounding them. The sound of her sobs seemed to fuel his cold demeanor, and he spoke, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “Why were you so distant from Clark before, even contemplating a divorce, yet now you’re sharing a meal with him as if nothing has transpired?”

Nyla felt the heat of indignation rise within her, a frown creasing her brow. Despite the life he had saved, his words felt like a betrayal in themselves. The audacity of his question was infuriating.

Drawing in a shaky breath, she wiped the tears from her face, her voice steady but laced with frost. “Uncle Damon, it’s perfectly normal for a married couple to have dinner together. However, your actions just now, as someone older and wiser, are completely out of line.”

His response was laced with a biting chill. “Out of line? Didn’t you seduce me first?”

Nyla felt a spark of instinctive denial rise within her. “When did I—”

But then she faltered, the memory of that fateful night crashing over her like a wave. The night she had stumbled upon Clark’s infidelity, the night she had ended up in the wrong room, a night that had changed everything.

Damon, noticing her sudden silence, smirked. “Cat got your tongue?”

Gathering her composure, she replied, “I’ve already explained what happened that night at the hotel—it was an accident. If you refuse to believe me, there’s nothing more I can say.”

“Whether it was an accident or not, it still occurred,” he countered, his voice devoid of warmth.

“Yes!” The word burst from her lips, filled with an unwavering determination. To uncover the truth behind the Harris Pharmaceuticals scandal, she needed to stay close to Clark, no matter the cost.

Yet, deep down, she knew her relationship with Damon could never evolve into anything more than what it already was. He had saved her life on multiple occasions, and yes, she had felt a flicker of something for him—a fleeting attraction that any woman might feel for a man so capable and heroic. But that was all it could ever be—an ephemeral spark destined to be extinguished.

Once she returned to the Sumner household, she would bury those feelings deep within herself, never to resurface. Her bond with Damon was not meant to flourish; it was a chapter best left closed.

As her words hung in the air, a heavy silence descended upon the room, thick and suffocating.

It felt like an eternity had passed, though it was likely just a matter of seconds, before Damon’s voice shattered the stillness. “Get out!”

His tone dripped with disgust, and Nyla felt a shiver run down her spine. Without another word, she yanked the door open and fled, the weight of the confrontation pressing down on her as she escaped into the night.