Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 3

On Nyla’s way back, she hesitated for a long time before finally messaging Damon, someone whose contact she had had for three years but had never contacted. 

Nyla: [Uncle Damon… Can we pretend tonight never happened? I was really drunk and went to the wrong room.]

She waited for a long time, but there was no response from Damon. Frowning, she sent another message.

Nyla: [?]

As soon as she sent it, a red exclamation mark appeared: [You are no longer friends with this user. Please send a friend request to continue chatting.]

Nyla bit her lip. Damon had deleted her. He must not want to bring this up again. Relieved, she finally felt a bit of peace.

…

When Nyla got home, it was already past 6:00 a.m.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Clark sitting on the sofa. He turned sharply at the sound of the door, his eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night.

“Where were you last night? I called you dozens of times. Why didn’t you answer?”

Clark stood up and walked quickly toward her, reaching out to grab her hand, but she pulled away.

He froze, about to speak, but she spoke first, her tone icy. “You can stay out all night, but I can’t?”

Nyla had always been gentle. In their eight years together, they had hardly ever argued. This was the first time she had spoken to him so coldly.

Clark sensed something was wrong and noticed her red, swollen eyes. His expression changed, and his hand clenched at his side. “You know, don’t you?”

His voice was calm, without a trace of guilt or panic, as if he had expected this day to come.

Upon seeing his unapologetic demeanor, Nyla’s long-suppressed emotions finally exploded. She swung her bag at him, her eyes red with fury, like a madwoman.

All the good times they had shared, all the happy moments, were shattered the moment she saw him in bed with another woman. They could never be pieced together again.

“Clark Sumner, how could you do something so disgusting?! If you didn’t love me anymore, you could have divorced me. Why did you have to hurt me like this?”

Nyla had assumed that no third party could ever come between them. Unfortunately, reality gave her a harsh slap, waking her from the lies he had woven and turning her love for him into a joke.

Seeing her red, tear-filled eyes, Clark felt a pang in his chest. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. “Nyla, I’m sorry…”

Nyla shoved him away, wanting to laugh but only tears came. “Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!

“Is it that hard to stay faithful?

“Since we got married, I’ve met many excellent men, and some have shown interest in me. But I’ve never crossed the line. If I can do it, why can’t you?!”

Clark clenched his fists when he saw the disappointment and anger in her eyes.