Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 88

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

**Chapter 88**

A piercing scream erupted from Jacqueline, her hands gripping the fabric of her dress in a frantic display of desperation. The terror in her eyes was palpable as she pleaded, “No! Don’t come any closer! I’ll kneel and apologize!” Her voice trembled, barely masking the fear that coursed through her veins.

Initially, she had thought Damon was merely indulging in a cruel game, trying to instill fear. But the grim reality settled in as she observed his men advancing with a deliberate purpose. He was furious, and the realization struck her like a cold wave: she would rather face death than endure the humiliation of being exposed in front of everyone. The thought of kneeling and begging for forgiveness suddenly seemed like a far better option.

Damon’s face remained a mask of icy disdain as he sneered at her, his contempt palpable. “Alright, back off,” he commanded, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

The men in black, as if on cue, retreated, leaving Jacqueline crumpled on the floor, desperately clutching her dress as if it were her last lifeline. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes hung askew, presenting a picture of utter disarray. She was a shadow of her former self, the confident woman she once was now reduced to a trembling figure.

Shaking with fear, she crawled over to Nyla, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. “Ms. Jayston, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have framed you. I was wrong. I promise I’ll never do it again. Please, forgive me…” The words spilled out in a rush, each one laced with desperation.

Nyla looked down at her with an air of indifference, her expression betraying no hint of sympathy. She felt no pity for Jacqueline; after all, had she not discovered the incriminating necklace in her bag, she could very well have been the one facing this public humiliation.

“Ms. Rainford,” Nyla replied coolly, her tone devoid of warmth, “there’s no need to discuss forgiveness. You’re simply fulfilling your obligation. We are all adults here, and we must take responsibility for our actions.” Her words were firm, resonating with an unsettling finality.

Jacqueline felt a surge of anger bubbling just beneath the surface, but she dared not express it. “I… I understand…” she managed to stammer, her voice barely above a whisper.

Just then, Tom, having managed to free himself from the guards, rushed to Jacqueline’s side. He quickly draped his jacket over her shoulders, a protective gesture that momentarily shielded her from the prying eyes around them. Lifting her into his arms, he glared at Damon with a darkness in his eyes that promised retribution.

With a furrowed brow, Clark approached Damon, his voice tinged with concern. “Uncle Damon, even if you felt the need to play the hero, your approach was excessively harsh. You’ve now made enemies of both the Rainfords and the Genges.”

“Come with me,” Damon replied curtly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As Damon strode toward the balcony, Clark hesitated for a brief moment before following, his mind racing with unspoken thoughts.

Once they were alone, Clark opened his mouth to speak, but the sharpness of Damon’s cold gaze silenced him instantly.

“You couldn’t even stand up for your own wife. How are you any different from a piece of garbage?” Damon’s words cut deep, leaving Clark reeling in the wake of his uncle’s harsh judgment.