Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 8

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

Harrison was suddenly seized by a fit of violent coughing, his body wracked with spasms as he gasped for air. The sight was alarming; his complexion shifted to a ghastly shade of blue, and his hands clawed desperately at his chest as if trying to extract the breath that eluded him. In that frantic moment, the phone slipped from his trembling grasp, crashing to the floor with a hollow thud.

Nyla’s heart raced as she caught sight of the message illuminated on the fallen phone screen. In an instant, the pieces fell into place, and she understood what had triggered this dreadful episode. A wave of fury surged through her veins, but her father’s precarious health took precedence over any confrontation with Jordyn. Panic-stricken, she pressed the call button for the nurses with a sense of urgency that left her breathless.

“Help! I need a doctor right now!” she cried out, her voice echoing down the sterile hallway.

Moments later, a flurry of medical staff burst into the room, their faces set in grim determination as they immediately began assessing her father’s vital signs. Nyla stood frozen in the corner, a helpless spectator to the rapid decline of the man she loved. Each labored breath he took felt like a knife twisting in her gut.

Finally, the lead doctor emerged from the examination, his expression somber and heavy with the weight of bad news. He pulled off his mask, and the slow shake of his head sent chills down Nyla’s spine.

“Mr. Jayston’s condition has taken a turn for the worse,” he stated, his voice weary. “His kidney failure has advanced significantly. We need to transfer him to the ICU without delay for intensive monitoring and treatment.”

Nyla felt her legs buckle beneath her, a wave of dread washing over her. “How serious is this?” she implored, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s critical,” the doctor replied bluntly, his gaze unflinching. “But we have a significant issue. Our ICU is completely full. Every single bed is occupied, and there’s a waiting list. All the hospitals in the city are facing the same dire shortage.”

“Wait?” Nyla echoed, struggling to grasp the gravity of the situation. “Doctor, my father cannot wait. Just look at him!”

Her father’s struggle for normalcy was palpable; his skin had taken on a grayish hue that sent waves of terror crashing through her heart.

“I understand your distress, Mrs. Summer, but we’re doing everything within our power,” the doctor replied, his voice tinged with helplessness. “At this moment, all we can do is stabilize him with medication and pray that a bed becomes available soon.”

Desperation clawed at Nyla’s chest, squeezing her heart in a vice grip. Instinctively, her thoughts turned to Clark. As the heir to Summer Group, he had a vast network of connections in the medical field. Surely, he could pull some strings and secure the care her father so desperately needed.

With trembling hands, she dialed Clark’s number, her heart racing with hope.

After several agonizing rings, someone finally answered. But it wasn’t Clark’s voice that greeted her; it was the sickly sweet tone of Jordyn.

“Hello, who’s calling?” she chirped, her voice dripping with false cheer.

Nyla felt her blood run cold. “This is Nyla. I need to speak to Clark immediately. It’s an emergency.”

“Oh, Mrs. Summer!” Jordyn’s voice oozed with feigned concern. “Clark is in the shower right now. He’s been taking such good care of me all day that he’s completely exhausted. Poor thing needs to rest.”

Nyla fought to suppress her fury, focusing on the urgency of the situation. “This is about my father. He’s dying and needs an ICU bed. Please, put Clark on the phone right now.”

“Oh my, what terrible timing,” Jordyn cooed, her sympathy as thin as air. “I wasn’t feeling well this afternoon either—just a bit of pregnancy nausea and dizziness, you know how it is. But Clark was so worried about me and the baby that he immediately called in the best medical team in the city. They’re all on standby right now, just in case something happens to us.”

Within the hour, her father was settled into a private ICU room, monitored around the clock by the best in the field.

That evening, after her father’s condition had finally stabilized, Nyla returned to the house she had once shared with Clark. The living room, once filled with laughter and warmth, now felt like a mausoleum, haunted by three years of memories that had turned to dust.

With a heavy heart, she opened her phone and began forwarding every single message and photo Jordyn had sent her to Clark’s email address. Videos of Jordyn flaunting expensive jewelry, snapshots of their intimate moments in the apartment Clark had bought for her—each image stung like a bee.

Recordings of Jordyn rubbing her belly and cooing, “Daddy loves us so much. He’s going to give us everything,” played in her mind like a twisted melody.

After sending all of these, Nyla typed a final message: “Clark, these are from your girlfriend Jordyn. Since you two love each other so much, I’ll step aside and let you be together.”

Then, she photographed the divorce papers Valarie had prepared and attached them to another email: “The divorce agreement is ready. Have your lawyer contact Valarie tomorrow to finalize everything.”

With a final, resolute click, she hit send and stood up, determined to dismantle the life they had built together.

She yanked their wedding photos off the walls, tossing them into the trash with a sense of liberation. The jewelry Clark had given her, the clothes he had bought, the makeup he had surprised her with—everything went into garbage bags, symbols of a life that no longer belonged to her.

Nyla called a moving company and worked tirelessly through the night to clear out her belongings. By dawn, the house stood as empty and cold as it had before she had moved in, stripped of any semblance of warmth or love.

Taking one last look around the space that had once felt like home, she dragged her suitcase to the door and stepped out, resolute and unyielding, without a glance back.