Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 67

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

**Chapter 67**

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The moment Nyla finished articulating her thoughts, Clark’s response was immediate and fervent. His primary concern was singular: he needed to have Nyla back with him, no matter the cost. Everything else, in his mind, could be resolved later.

“Nyla, please don’t fret. I assure you, I won’t overstep any boundaries. I swear on it,” he declared, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and desperation.

Yet, Nyla had heard such hollow vows from him far too many times before; they were mere echoes of promises that had long since lost their weight.

As she prepared to return, a steely resolve settled within her. She was determined to safeguard her own heart and mind. If Clark dared to impose himself upon her again, she vowed that she would not let it slide unnoticed.

“Alright then. I’m heading back now. Drive carefully,” she replied, her tone firm yet tinged with an undercurrent of apprehension.

In the ensuing two days, Nyla devoted herself to rest and the meticulous task of packing her belongings. The familiar surroundings of her home felt both comforting and suffocating, a juxtaposition that made her heart ache.

Then came the day of her departure, and unexpectedly, Valarie paid her a visit.

Upon entering, Valarie’s eyes widened with relief as she took in Nyla’s unscathed form. But that relief was fleeting; soon, a frown creased her brow. “Nyla, why on earth didn’t you tell me about your kidnapping?!” she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of concern and frustration.

Realizing the weight of Valarie’s disapproval, Nyla took a deep breath. “I thought you were already dealing with so much, and I didn’t want to burden you further. Since I’m alright, I figured it was best to keep it to myself,” she explained, her voice softening.

Valarie’s eyes narrowed, disappointment etched across her features. “How could you keep something so serious from me? If it weren’t for my contact at the police station, I might still be in the dark!”

“I’m really sorry. I should have confided in you. I promise, next time, I won’t keep anything like this from you,” Nyla said earnestly, her heart heavy with guilt.

“Is there going to be a next time?” Valarie challenged, her tone sharp.

“No, no, I mean I’ll inform you of any significant issues right away in the future,” Nyla clarified, her sincerity palpable.

Nyla was on the verge of denying it when a flash of gray caught her eye by the door. The words she had been about to utter faltered, shifting in direction.

“Actually, I do still have some feelings for him. But this move is conditional—if he’s willing to sever ties with his mistress, then I—”

“Enough!” Valarie interjected sharply, her voice ringing with authority. “I thought you were capable of handling relationships like an adult. Clearly, I was mistaken. If you choose to go back and endure this torment, I can’t stop you. But let me make one thing clear: that jerk will never change!”

“Ms. Weir, are you speaking about me?” Clark’s icy voice sliced through the tension, his figure framed in the doorway, eyes glinting with a cold menace.

Valarie’s lips curled into a sneer. “I didn’t expect you to possess any self-awareness. Yes, I’m talking about you, you scoundrel!”

Clark’s expression darkened further, a storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.

Nyla turned her gaze toward him, her demeanor indifferent. “Since you’re here, why don’t you start by helping me move these things downstairs?” she suggested, her tone matter-of-fact, as if the storm brewing between Valarie and Clark was nothing more than background noise.