Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex! novel Chapter 13

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

**Chapter 13**

Nyla’s gaze fell upon Clark’s eyes, which were tinged with a deep crimson. In that moment, a wave of familiarity washed over her, a bittersweet reminder of the fragility she had witnessed countless times before. It was a look she had come to know all too well—an expression of regret that often followed his missteps.

Her heart, despite its better judgment, softened briefly. Memories flooded her mind: the laughter they shared, the whispered promises that felt so sincere at the time. But as quickly as those thoughts came, reality crashed down upon her. The man standing before her was a stranger—a shadow of the Clark she once cherished. The weight of his betrayal, his infidelity, and the revelation of his mistress’s pregnancy hung heavy in the air, a burden that felt insurmountable.

“Don’t touch me!” Nyla’s voice trembled with desperation as she fought against him. She pushed against Clark, but the sheer disparity in their physical strength rendered her efforts futile.

Clark’s hands began to claw at the fabric of her pajamas, his voice insistent and pleading. “Nyla, let’s start over, okay? I swear, I’ll forget her. You’re the only one I care about,” he implored, desperation lacing his tone.

“You’ve lost your mind! Let me go!” Nyla’s palm met Clark’s chest with a force born of anger and revulsion. Her eyes blazed with fury, a storm of emotions swirling within her.

Clark, however, chose to ignore the disgust radiating from her. In his mind, he was fighting for their marriage, trying to reignite the flicker of affection that once burned brightly between them. His hand slid down to her thigh, an act that felt more like an assault than a gesture of love.

“Clark, if you dare touch me, I swear I will sue you for rape!” Nyla’s voice was low and menacing, her teeth clenched in defiance.

In that tense moment, the shrill ring of Clark’s phone shattered the silence, cutting through the tension like a knife. The sound echoed in the quiet bedroom, a jarring reminder of the outside world.

Clark hesitated, torn between the urgency of the call and the turmoil in front of him. He glanced at the screen, frustration boiling within him. It was Jordyn.

A bitter laugh escaped Nyla’s lips, tinged with sarcasm. “What? Did your little lover call you again? Did she complain about a stomachache, or is she after more cash?”

Clark’s expression darkened, and he instinctively released Nyla, the ringing phone a reminder of his fractured reality. He stood there, torn, contemplating whether to answer.

“Go ahead, answer it. I want to see what pressing matters your mistress has while you’re trying to assault your wife,” Nyla said coldly, her tone laced with disdain as she adjusted her torn pajamas.

Her words hit him like a slap, and he hung up the phone in anger, his face pale with shame and frustration.

“Nyla, it’s not what you think…” he began, but she cut him off.

“Get out!” Her voice was icy, devoid of warmth, a command that brooked no argument. “Now. Immediately.”

Clark’s heart sank. He realized there was no chance of salvaging anything tonight. Taking a deep breath, he made one last attempt to plead with her. “Nyla, just give me three days. Three days, and I promise I’ll make sure Jordyn never crosses your path again.”

“I don’t want your empty promises,” she shot back, her voice steady and resolute.

“Three days, just three days,” Clark insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “If I fail, you can do whatever you want. I swear it.”

With those words, he fled the apartment, panic clawing at him as he descended the stairs.

As he stepped outside, Clark’s phone rang once more, and without a moment’s hesitation, he answered it, his heart racing.

“Clark, come back right now,” his mother, Cindy, said, her voice bright with joy.

He clenched his fists, uncertainty gnawing at him, but he managed to reply, “I’ll be there shortly.”

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