Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 121

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

Clark’s voice broke the stillness of the night, carrying a hint of concern as he asked, “Why did you come back so late tonight?”

Nyla, her hands busy with the task of changing her shoes, looked up at him, a mixture of fatigue and defiance in her gaze. “Had some things to deal with,” she replied, her tone clipped.

He didn’t pry any further, merely nodding in acknowledgment, but the air between them felt heavy with unspoken words. “By the way,” he continued, trying to inject some positivity into the conversation, “we’ve found a kidney donor for Dad. If everything goes smoothly, he can have the surgery in a month.”

Nyla halted mid-motion, her fingers pausing on the laces of her shoes. She lifted her gaze to meet his, disbelief etched across her features. “Really?”

The moment her excitement flickered to life, Clark felt an unexpected warmth spread through him, a fleeting reminder of the early days of their relationship when every smile from her felt like sunlight breaking through the clouds. “Yes,” he confirmed, a smile creeping onto his face.

“That’s great! Thank you!” Nyla exclaimed, her voice bubbling with genuine gratitude. It was a relief, a glimmer of hope in a time of uncertainty. If they hadn’t found a match, her father’s health would have continued to deteriorate, leaving them with no options.

Clark shrugged off her gratitude, his voice casual, “We’re husband and wife. It’s my responsibility.”

Nyla’s lips pressed into a thin line, her silence speaking volumes. In her heart, the title of husband and wife felt hollow; they were merely two souls tethered by a legal bond, drifting further apart with each passing day.

“Regardless, I really appreciate it,” she reiterated, her sincerity palpable.

Clark caught the flicker of distance in her eyes, a wave of helplessness crashing over him. No matter the efforts he made, the chasm between them seemed insurmountable, a wall built from misunderstandings and unvoiced feelings.

Just as he opened his mouth to bridge that gap, his phone buzzed insistently. Glancing at the screen, he saw Michael’s name flash before him. “I need to handle some work. It’s late, and you should rest. Goodnight,” he said, his tone clipped as he turned to take the call, retreating toward the study.

“Mr. Sumner, Samuel has arrived in Saintornia,” Michael’s voice crackled through the line, sharp and businesslike.

Clark’s demeanor shifted, a cold glint sparking in his eyes. “Got it. Proceed as we discussed.”

“Understood,” Michael replied, his voice steady.

Clark ended the call, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, satisfaction coursing through him.

Since that unpleasant encounter at the bar, Nyla had not seen Damon for several days. The silence had stretched between them, a reminder of the tension that had simmered beneath the surface.

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