Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 4

Nyla froze for a moment, then struggled desperately. Just the thought of Clark kissing another woman the night before filled her with disgust and rage. 

“Let go!”

Her struggles were futile against Clark, who only tightened his grip around her waist.

As she fought, her towel loosened, revealing her body. His gaze darkened, and he felt a rush of desire.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Nyla quickly noticed the change in Clark. Furious, she bit him hard, tasting blood in their mouths.

Instead of letting go, Clark’s other hand slipped under Nyla’s towel. She had nothing on underneath, having just come out of the shower. She stiffened and struggled even more fiercely.

“Clark, get off me!”

Clark ignored Nyla, his fingers teasing her sensitive spots. “Nyla, you need me too, don’t you?”

Nyla’s struggles were in vain, and she grew increasingly desperate. As Clark positioned himself, she closed her eyes in despair. “Clark, don’t make me hate you.”

Clark halted abruptly. Seeing Nyla filled with despair and pain, like a fragile porcelain doll about to shatter, made him pause. He wanted her desperately, but a voice in his head warned that if he took her now, it would be the end of them.

He stared at her, his hand tightening around her waist. After several tense seconds, he suddenly let go and got off the bed, leaving the room quickly.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang, making Nyla flinch. She clutched the blanket tightly.

…

For the next few days, Clark didn’t come home.

Nyla called him several times to discuss the divorce, but he didn’t respond.

…

The weekend arrived.

Nyla was in the living room, sending out job applications when she heard the front door open. Clark walked in, looking haggard.

They stared at each other in silence until Nyla broke it, closing her laptop and standing up calmly. “Since you’re back, let’s talk about the divorce.”

Clark frowned. “I told you, I won’t divorce you. I’m here to remind you that we have to go to the family dinner tonight.”

The Sumners held a monthly dinner, and ever since their wedding, Clark and Nyla had attended together. The family wasn’t kind to Nyla, often treating her poorly. She endured it because she believed Clark loved her.

After seeing him with another woman, however, she couldn’t lie to herself anymore.

“I don’t want to go. Go by yourself.”

Clark’s expression turned impatient. “Nyla, how long are you going to keep this up?”

He had ignored her calls and messages, hoping she would calm down, but she was still the same.